Too Late For Regret: His Ultimate Downfall

Chapter 8

Word Count: 618 | Released on: 27/05/2026

nerve: her obsession with status. The ti

attered. A primal scream of

loves me! You

at Gwen, her nails

tto heels, stumbled forward. She crashed sideways into a mas

cascade of shattering glass and gushing water. Ex

e of glass sliced open her palm. Blood welled up, dark red against her pal

instant. He knelt in the glass and wa

r eyes met Gwen's cold stare,

om the floor. Ignoring her own bleeding hand, she scrambled

h! I'll k

w her arms up to protect her

ever

es from Gwen's cheek. Damien had moved, fast as a snake,

as it sliced de

n his wrist, dripp

m fell

at his hand.

he dropped the glass. "Dami! Oh my God, Dami, I'm s

ble. He didn't look at Isabel. His eyes, burn

een humiliated, and now she was bleeding. His sense of control-so vital to him-had been shattered by Gwen's defiance. He need

s to her were

or. Apolog

hat? She just tried to attac

ho came into my home and threatened her? If it wasn't for you,

aying the blame for Isabel's p

ber of feeling Gwen might have h

or and Mrs. Davis, instructing t

blocking the light from the doorway. He w

gers digging into her skin, forcing her to look at h

eated, the word a l

ou will not walk out

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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."”