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Caleb roared suddenly, slamming his hand against the leather armrest. The violence of his reaction caught me completely off guard. I froze, staring at him as he ran both hands through his hair, dragging them down his face in sheer agony. "I was twenty-four, Scarlett," Caleb said, his voice dropping to a harsh, desperate whisper. "My father’s business didn't just fail—he left behind millions in debt to dangerous, powerful people who didn't care about legal boundaries. When he died, those debts fell directly onto my shoulders." My breath caught in my throat. My heart stuttered a beat. *His father’s debts?*

Her past was littered with conveniently failed relationships, all with men who had mysteriously lost their fortunes shortly after she was through with them. The more Lena uncovered, the clearer it became,Victoria was after Ethan’s empire. But what scared her the most was how calculated Victoria’s every move seemed to be. The woman was always five steps ahead, leaving no loose ends, no visible trail to follow. Lena chewed her bottom lip, scrolling through an old news article about one of Victoria’s ex-fiancés—a wealthy investor who went bankrupt and then suddenly disappeared from the public eye. No one had seen him in years.

She had built her whole strategy around what a smart, careful businesswoman would do when handed the kind of offer Victoria had been handed tonight. But Victoria wasn't just a smart, careful businesswoman. She was something Helena Cross had probably never come across before. Victoria was someone who had genuinely lost everything and rebuilt it with her own hands. That kind of person didn't play by the usual rules, because the usual rules had never protected her in the first place. Helena was going to find that out. Daniel was waiting at a small bar near the river when I arrived. He looked tired and like he hadn't been sleeping either. He stood when he saw me, and we sat across from each othe

Victor stood face to face with the man who was willing to do anything to have what wasn't his. Anyone in his position would get upset knowing another had his eyes on his woman "A woman of her caliber doesn't deserve to be with someone like you Victor," Mauricio said as he looked straight at Victor with no fear whatsoever. If other men feared Victor because he owned billions and was considered the wealthiest. Yes, he was a smart man.

“While I was out here feeling guilty about the loss, thinking of ways to make things better, Sean was out there rekindling his love with the love of his life.” Jane exhaled sharply through her nose. “That man deserves every inch of the karma that’s coming.” I managed a bitter half smile. “He offered me some money and the house, but I refused. I want nothing to do with him anymore.” “Damn right,” Jane said. “You’re not taking scraps from someone who treated you like a temporary solution.”

she exclaims with a delighted smile. The last person I wanted to run into tonight was Mrs. Chelsea. “Where are you headed with that suitcase, dear?” She peers at me, her brow furrowing as she studies my face. After a pause, she lets out a small gasp. “Don’t tell me Nate chased you out of the house!” “What? No!” I laugh, a forced sound that even I don’t believe. “Why would you think that?” Mrs. Chelsea chuckles softly but doesn’t look convinced. “Oh, my mistake. It’s just that a billionaire’s wife, sitting all alone at an empty bus stop without any guards or even her own car well, it does make one wonder. But I’m glad I’m wrong.”

She looked at me with mixed feelings, her eyes quivering as she couldn't say a word to me. Sounds of cameras filtered in the air as much as gossip. “BREAKING NEWS: The Billionaire Heir who rejected and divorced his wife regrets his actions and desperately wants her back!” It was showcased on the sign board in less than a minute before my action. That was the power of reporters and social media.

Alexander had spent years believing he understood regret. He had regretted the breakup, the blinding anger, and the bitter resentment that had poisoned his life afterward. But none of those feelings came close to the crushing weight he felt now. Regret was a different beast when you finally looked at the truth. The truth didn’t just hurt; it rewrote his entire history. Victoria’s confession should have brought some twisted form of relief. It should have given him a target for his fury—someone else to carry the blame.

"No way. That's not how it works." "Win, the kindness Madam Everhart showed me is something I'll never be able to repay in this lifetime. What's 50 million dollars compared to that?" He looked at her as his nose prickled. "When she passed, I couldn't be by her side or help in any way. That's a regret I'll carry forever and a hurdle I'll never get over." Winter lowered her eyes as pain spread through her heart and body. Victoria had died with resentment and was unable to rest in peace. It was Winter who'd closed her cloudy eyes with her own hands.

VICTORIA Victoria pushes the laptop on her desk further away from her, getting up from her chair in anger, not being able to concentrate on any of the work she is supposed to do, neither being able to sign any of the contracts that had come in for her early that morning. The tabs were bothering her; with everything she had done, she still wasn’t the top business macho in New York. She had done everything she could possibly do, involved herself in shady things and yet she wasn’t the best, and yet someone who hadn’t gone through half of what she had gone through always managed to top her on the list every single year; Nicholas Bennett.