Too Late For Regret: My Possessive Billionaire

Chapter 2

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r mind. Bright sunlight sliced through the blinds, casting s

her right arm. A thick layer of gauze wrapped

w her uninjured left hand over her lower abd

e bed. She placed a warm hand on Ciara's shoulde

ce steady and soothing. "Your arm has severe abrasions, b

ted into the mattress. Hot tears spilled over her eye

velyn Hayes walked in, holding a metal c

examined the edges of the gauze on her arm. She nodded in approval at

or swung open again. A rush of cold c

is deep-set eyes. His jaw was clenched, and a ra

Ciara's pale, bloodless face and the thick bandages covering her arm. His p

, long-fingered hand. He

d, his voice ro

e exact scent Elliana always wore. It clung stubbornly to the shoulder

dor exploded in Ciara's mind. Her stomach lurche

r cheek, Ciara jerked her head away. She threw her

he room turned to solid ice. He stared at his em

ly devoid of the warmth and reliance she usually

harp clack echoed in the quiet room. She tu

our wife is pregnant. She was struck by a cart a

orded. He was a man who commanded Wall Street. He dictated term

s flicked back to the gauze on Ciara's arm. He snapped his mouth s

al distress," Dr. Hayes warned him. She shot him one

ythmic beeping of the heart m

eath. He lowered his hand and s

o handle," he said, k

ed with the effort. "An emergency? Was it more important

ional dead ends. He operated on s

ange the best round-the-clock nursing staff.

eer exhaustion of looking at

t, carrying no anger, only absolute di

ides. He stared at her closed eyes for a long moment. Finally, he turned around

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Too Late For Regret: My Possessive Billionaire

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“Ciara had just found out she was exactly six weeks pregnant. Overjoyed, she immediately dialed her billionaire husband, Alexzander, to share the news. But before she could speak, a chaotic crash echoed through the phone, followed by his raw, panicked roar. "Ellie, hold on!" Stunned by his desperate tone for another woman, Ciara didn't notice the heavy medical cart hurtling towards her until it smashed into her body. Covered in blood and clutching her cramping stomach in the emergency room, she fought to stay conscious. Suddenly, Alexzander rushed past her stretcher. He was frantically carrying Elliana-the heiress he claimed was just a legal obligation. He was so consumed with terror for Elliana that he didn't even glance down to see his own wife lying there, broken and bleeding. When Ciara later demanded a divorce, he trapped her against the sofa, his eyes cold and calculating. "Without my trust fund, you will lose everything. Are you truly prepared to throw away such privilege?" For four years, Ciara had endured the mockery of high society, believing his cold demeanor hid a deep love for her. But as she sat in their massive penthouse with a broken arm, she realized she might just be a cheap placeholder in his golden cage. When he finally returned, swearing on his empire that Ciara and the baby were his only priorities, Ciara stopped fighting. She stroked her stomach and accepted the truce. But the naive, trusting wife was dead. She would stay, but the moment she caught him in another lie, there would be no more tears-only absolute destruction.”