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"You are going to regret this!" I snatch my hand from his grip and glower at his disgusting face. "Losing my job because of this won't make me regret anything. You know what would. Seeing your disgusting face in the corridors every morning, reminding me I had to open wide my legs for a fucking promotion!" I pause to look at him from head to toe in disgust. "That is what I would regret." ^^^^

I couldn't let him innnnnn I was sooo scaredddd I am a fat pathetic ass girl Uuuurrrghhhh . I am now regreting the decision . Regreting that I rejected him But I just can't help it . My trust has been broken ....many times now ...i can't risk it ..or i am just to scared too . I sighted heavily and plopped on my bed closing my eyes

Her face was burning, and her lips were trembling. “So what if I did all that? What if I did everything I could to bear you a child?” she retorted, her voice shaking from the effort even as she lowered her volume. “That was all in the past. That was three years ago! I’ve been punished for it for so many years! Isn’t it enough? Aren’t I allowed to regret it all?” “Regret?!” Brendan’s eyes were mired with desolation. “How dare you regret any of that!?”

"Alex doesn’t know about this yet, so don’t say anything to him, okay?" Ivory nodded. "I promise, I'll not mention this in front of him." "Thanks," Eric gave her a look which Ivory couldn't find a name yet, "When you love someone, don’t waste time Ivory, don’t let your pride or fear stop you. When it’s too late, no amount of regret will bring them back, I wasted time, maybe if I was quicker, I might've got more time to spend with her rather than crying for her, atleast I got six months to be with her now, though it'll be a lifelong regret later, do you want to regret too?"

"Sign it. Waives your rights to everything—shares, property, all of it." I glanced at the title: [Voluntary Renunciation of Inheritance.] Let out a short laugh. "So we're doing forced now?" Eric's face dropped cold. "You'll find out soon enough." He clapped once. Huge guys stepped out from behind the screen wall—built like tanks. I faked a shaky breath, legs wobbling. "Briana, don't! What are you doing?!" Briana laughed so hard she nearly choked. "Weren't you all tough earlier? Here's the deal—let me slap you a few times, and maybe I'll let you go. Cool?"

was a mere eight years. I gripped my phone tightly, my fingertips pale from the force. "What's wrong with my comment? My girlfriend just registered her marriage with my younger brother—surely, I had to offer my well wishes. If I didn't, wouldn't I seem like a rude boyfriend and a bad brother?" The other end went silent. Soon after, Timothy Osborn's murmur could be heard, along with Beverly's comforting words. I found myself smiling bitterly, feeling as if I could even taste the bitterness in my mouth. For a second, I had thought that she felt bad about treating me this way and was too ashamed to speak to me.

I muttered, feeling helpless. “Say yes to me,” he urged with desire, desperate for me to finally give in to him, holding my waist, I thought about it for a moment. “My answer is no.” I took a deep breath, but even as I spoke, doubt clouded my mind. Why did it feel like I would regret this choice? “His smoldering eyes looked dis­ap­pointed. “Are you turn­ing down my offer?” “Yes. I’m too old for you. We would never work. It’s best we stop this now before anyone else gets hurt.”

“You’re throwing away everything for what? Independence? Some foolish dream of being your own person?” “Yes,” I said, straightening up. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.” Her lip curled. “You’ll regret this.” “Maybe,” I said, backing away from her. “But at least it’ll be my regret. Not yours.”

“Then say you regret it Look me in the eye and tell me you want out.” The challenge hung in the air. I opened my mouth Nothing came out. I couldn't say it. That terrified me more than the court. “I don’t regret you,” I said finally. His expression shifted slightly. smug. “But I regret the timing,” I added quickly, trying to reclaim some ground. “That’s fair,” he said. “I regret that Lily might pay for it.” “She won’t,” he vowed. “You can’t promise that,” I insisted. “No,” he admitted. “But I can promise this.”

"If you're done begging, clear off my property." Their faces instantly turned completely ashen. "Don't tell me I can't help you," I continued, looking down at their trembling forms. "Even if I cared to rewrite your contracts, let me ask you one basic question: why the hell should I? The boardroom is a blood sport, and you already buried a blade between my shoulder blades on a public live-stream. The only reason you're breathing my air right now is because I chose to be civilized today. If this were a few years ago, you would have been fed to the harbor currents before your knees even touched my deck."