Too Late For Regret: His Ultimate Downfall

Chapter 4

Word Count: 592 | Released on: 27/05/2026

was the first to recover. Tears welled in

eaking. "What is she talking about?

her. Her eyes were fix

hen, with a sudden, violent motion, he snatched a pen and scrawled h

he document

"You got what you wanted. Now y

ound the table shifted from shock to contemp

had the signature. She took

r voice rising. "Gwen! How could you? You

ned back slowly, a co

coming from you, Ms. Goodwin. A woman who torments dy

sp went through

face we

ndercloud. "Gwen Taylor

t the emotional upheaval of the last week suddenly hit her. The room

going

She looked up into a pair of amused, intelligent eyes.

his voice a low drawl. "Need a hand, Mrs. St

but his voice carried.

to gasoline. Damien crossed the space in three long stri

ien snarled at Tristan. "This

on his face. "Really? Because it looked to me like the lady needed some h

men fa

o de-escalate. "Dami, please, le

ed her arm free from Damien's g

you," s

ook at any of them, she

, a subtle tilt of her head, that was painfully familiar. It was the same gesture his

a storm of anger and an emotion he

rty wa

before sauntering out. He had to make a call.

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Too Late For Regret: His Ultimate Downfall

Beatrice Wells Modern

“I spent hours preparing a perfect anniversary dinner for my billionaire husband, Damien Sterling. Instead of coming home, he appeared on a live broadcast, dropping $10 million on a diamond necklace for his first love, Isabel. Before I could process the public humiliation, the hospital called to tell me my grandmother, my only family, had died of a massive hemorrhage. The trigger was a visit from Isabel, who maliciously taunted her about our sham marriage and revealed Damien's company had wiped out her life savings. When I confronted them with a voice recording of Isabel's cruelty, Damien violently snatched the device and wiped the evidence to protect her. He even forced me to apologize when Isabel deliberately injured herself to frame me. I stared at him, completely disillusioned that he was blindly protecting a murderer who was actively selling his corporate secrets to his rivals. The last shred of my affection for him shattered into dust. Walking out of his manor, I calmly got into the sports car of his most ruthless enemy and made a deal. "I want to see Isabel Goodwin in a prison cell, and I want his empire to burn."”