Too Late For Regret: My Possessive Billionaire

Chapter 5

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illows of her hospital bed. Her face was pale,

edle and the clear tubing were perfectly framed

ed the caption: Another agonizing night of stomach pain. She adjust

A satisfied smirk touched her lips when s

n, she dialed his private number, forcing

tal room was pushed open with force. Alexzander

a tear to slip down her cheek. "Alex," she whimpered

and on her shoulder, pressing her back down. His brows were dra

rm. "It's the old ulcer. The doctor said I need

denly really miss that organic seafood co

drive away in current traffic. They s

one and rapidly typed a message to his executive assistant, Dwayne. "Brooklyn organic seafood congee, no ginger. Have it delivered to the hospital in exactly t

the bed. He sat down, his posture stiff. His eyes stared at

blankets. "Do you remember the summers we spent in the Hamptons

rain was replaying the cold, dead look in

rkened. She smoothly shifted her tactics,

with fake guilt. "I hope she isn't misunderstanding thi

eople from different backgrounds feel insecure. It makes them ov

sened. Elliana's words hit the exact center of his frustration. He nodded slowly, co

sistant Dwayne walked briskly into t

wed the lid himself. The rich, savory sc

d handed it to Elliana. His movements were e

made sure her fingertips dragged slowly across the back of

his hand back, taking a half-step away from th

ickly recovered, lowering her head to take a small sip of t

uld tear this man away from that midd

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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.”