Too Late to Regret: The Dead Wife Who Owns His Empire Now

ing sense that so

haped eyes widened slightly. She covered her

ce wasn't particularly striking, yet her features came together i

the snow, excitedly grabbing his hand bef

e glanced around, but remembering that it was h

is executive assistant, Miles Hart, had leaned in earlier

ly spoiled and arrogant these past few mo

s doing was meant

aw it, what could

ed quietly for him, quickly forcing a smile the mom

ost. He could placate her with a few perfunctory words,

dragged into the open, h

of Hayes Realty, the Carter family had simply gone alon

ast few years, he had made extensive use of Damien's resou

ecrets never sta

ion, told Damien, "Lydia isn't my biological daughter at all. She was baggage my dead wife brought with he

, "Who knows who her real father is? Probably some lowlife. Aft

ever tol

iable. Once her background was exposed, there wou

d red. She blinked innocently, her voice t

said softly. "But Damien, I wish I could bri

expression turned cold as he pulled her sli

ay things lik

ddened, but she didn't

had just said had struck one o

d prematurely at seven and a half months. The ch

became the housekeepe

ld sent away to be

r child, but after weighing her options, she

indifferent toward Lydia, Ava became more c

no snow in Crow

anted as a gift, she casually sa

m to the cold regions. What she got instead was

xed him gently, "I really love this gift. T

cealed in all the right places. She

with a grave expression and whisp

ly. "How is that possible? What wa

aw the image on Mil

opposite lane had smashed into the leading sports car, shattering it compl

day was the day Lydia was supp

times, and Damien had ordered

ftened his voice to comfort her. "I'm not going. The most

quick succession, his expression g

ot into the car, and start

ut Miles stopped her. His own e

es... may