Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Savior

n at the silver watc

glaring off the Manhattan pavement was blinding, forcing he

to the side of her index finger,

. The line rang. It was a long, hollow sound that m

the call

distorted by static. "Traffic on the bri

hing stopped. Her

red in the background of the call. The sound was barely a sylla

Her voice was flat, devoid of

hift in his tone was obvious. "Just... someone

triggered every alarm b

g the call active, and opened the location-sha

's phone was not on the bridge. It was stationary, parked o

p the phone with

ankles. Her heels clicked sharply against the concrete as she marche

he corner of

w. It was parked next to the curb. The pas

tered the last fragile pi

al newsstand on the corner, using the magazine rack

nger seat was Kira.

console, her manicured fingers pl

d closer. His voice drifted through the open wi

ftly. "Charlotte is just a safe backup

rlotte's chest li

f dizziness washing over her. She dug her nails so

the fog in her head. The crushing sadness in her

d out from behin

walked directly toward

asphalt caught Bradly's attention. He t

e, his pupils dilated. All the color dr

her mouth twitched upward into a mocking smirk. She deliberatel

right outside the

ce was a mask of stone. There were no tears in her eyes. H

he car door open. "Charlot

out. The gesture sliced through

ice was terrifyingly calm, every syllable striki

out through the window,

body, dodging his to

id the two-carat diamond engagement ring off her ring finger.

cked he

hit the plastic dashboard with a sharp crack, bounced

r skirt as if a bug had landed on her. The ins

e," Charlot

r the pedestrians walkin

ession with his public image paralyzed him. He cared more about the whispers of the cr

t look at them f

was perfectly straight. Her

and raised her arm. A yellow taxi s

n, slid into the back s

ow, she saw Bradly gripping the steering wheel, slamming his