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"We offered them everything. Full backing. Resources. Exposure. Partnership with the Golding name." Henry shook his head slightly, still staring at nothing in particular, his expression hollow. The word *rejected* echoed inside him like a dull ache, repeating endlessly. He wasn't used to being denied. Not in business. Not in life. For the first time in a long while, he felt something unfamiliar; the sharp, uncomfortable sting of defeat. Of being told no. Lauren huffed impatiently, her hands going to her hips. "Did you at least push back? Negotiate? Try to change his mind?"

Unlike me, an orphan with a runt of a wolf. Her pleasurable moans were like the hissing of a snake, squeezing into my mind in the split second it took me to refuse the mindlink. I bet that gave them a good laugh. I rejected Orion last week, after the “accident” in the snow mountain. Well, I tried to.

Now, I felt only ice. "Take your hand off me," I said softly, "before I make you regret that, too." He didn't let go. "I made a mistake. I was wrong. Just—let's talk." I smiled. It was not a kind smile. "Talk?" I leaned in, close enough that he could smell my perfume—something expensive and foreign. "You should have thought about talking before you signed those papers, Julian. Now? I don't want your words. I want your empire."

Isa said. I took a deep breath, “Then I’ll go.” Isa smiled. “Good.” I pointed at her. “But if this man turns out to be some arrogant billionaire who thinks money means he can control everything, I’m leaving.” She laughed, “Then tell him that.” “I will.” “You probably won’t.” “Watch me.” She shook her head, still smiling. I walked toward the door, then stopped. “Mom?” “Yes?” “What if I regret it?” Isa’s smile faded.

The answer comes fast: I don't know what I'm getting myself into. A humorless smile touches my mouth — I've heard that phrase from her already. Which confirms who's texting me. Convenient; it saves time. I type back that I don't take orders well. After a pause, the reply warns I'll regret it. The exchange ends there. Regret isn't something I experience. I decide, and once decided, there's no reversing course. I grab my keys — if he wants to play this game, he needs to understand exactly who he's provoking.

I didn't even flinch, I had already made my decision. She looked straight at me. Her voice trembling with anger. "If you walk away now, you'll regret it." She said. I leaned closer. "No Paige. The only thing I regret is saying yes in the first place." I turned and walked away.

In the seventh year of our relationship, my boyfriend, Hunter Jenkin, seemed to have lost interest in everything. Desperate to figure out what still excited him, I bought a wristband that measured romantic excitement and fastened it around his wrist myself. When we watched a movie together, the wristband registered just 1 point. When we climbed a snow-covered mountain and kissed at the summit, the score was only 5. On his birthday, when I slipped a ring onto his finger, it rose to a mere 8. No matter what I did, I could never spark any real excitement in him. I was almost ready to give up, and I even suspected that the wristband was nothing more than an overpriced gimmick. Then, on

When I was five, my elder sister, Mabel, lost the use of both legs saving me in a car accident. From that day on, there was one thing my parents said to me more than anything else. “You ruined Mabel’s life.” When I got into a top university, Mabel locked herself in her room and cried all night. My mother, eyes red from crying, tore my acceptance letter to pieces. “Wait until Mabel can walk again. Then you can go to college.” So I spent sixteen hours a day delivering food, saving every penny for Mabel’s rehabilitation. When my stomach pain became so bad I could barely stand, my parents accused me of being jealous of Mabel’s nutritional supplements and faking it for attention. I secret

“I used to say… I will not regret it, even if one day I want to give up the love arranged by my parents, I will never regret it.” His weak, powerless body took a step back, that year, if he knew the Queen of the Gods had arranged for him a turbulent love affair like this, what would he do being able to say the word "never regret" so gently? "If at first, you chose to give up, you said you would never regret it, today you should cut off your feelings to avoid harming others, harming yourself."

A series of my hatred collapsed with my newly build feelings that were very much comfortable than the pain I was feeling. I looked in his eyes. They were truthful and consuming. At this moment, I want to forget everything and get with him. I want to leave everything and touch him. At this moment, I am willing to lose my dignity. "Maybe there is something else that I will regret", I said. He gave me a questionable look and asked, "what?" "However, I wont regret it at the moment atleast", I repeated. "what are you....", he was speaking and I kissed him.