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Too Late For Regret: My Possessive Billionaire

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 692    |    Released on: Today at 16:26

Ciara signed her

ul arm around Ciara's waist, supporting her weight

the VIP spot. Alexzander stood by the open r

ara shifted her weight, deliberately stepping around his outstretched arm.

ed it, his jaw clenching tight. He walked around the back of

iver immediately raised the soundproof partition. The car g

y into the Fifth Avenue penthouse. The sp

fa in the center of the living room. She sank into the

d it to Patty. He walked over and stood directly

ached out, aiming to check if the

raised her foot. She kicked his hand away with the sol

ou going to keep throwing this tantrum?" he de

breath. She tilted her

e stated. Every word w

hysical shockwave. Alexzander's

"Do you even hear the crazy th

erily calm. "I want my lawyer contacted immediate

shade of pale. His absolute control

of the sofa, leaning over her a

ou will not survive in this city without my trust fund. Y

s. "You think capital is the only thing that matt

em stretched so tight

h the heavy silence. It was the custom ring

phone out. The name 'Elliana' fl

eye. The mocking smile on her lips deepene

t Ciara. A brief flicker of hesitation cross

frantic, unguarded worry. "Where are you?" he demanded into the receiver, his voice tight. "Don't move. I am on my way." He ende

for the door. "If you walk out that door t

od still for one agonizing second. Then, he pushed th

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Too Late For Regret: My Possessive Billionaire
Too Late For Regret: My Possessive Billionaire
“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.”