Too Late For The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 5

Word Count: 692 | Released on: 04/06/2026

e shoved his microphone forward again, the metal grille of it bumpi

o the cameras. "The one that died. Was it so embarra

ld went

e gray sky-it all faded away. The only thing that

wly, deliberately, she

ears or fear. They were blazing with a cold, murderous fu

was t

ers wrapping around his wrist

ollowed by a high-pitched scream of agony from the

camera from the shoulder of the man next to Mitch. She lift

usands-of-dollars piece of equipment onto the co

reporters scrambled backward, creating a circle of

eaving. She pointed a trembling finger at

ngerously low, "mention my child aga

car horn sounded fr

of the May

n a perfectly tailored dark suit, his presence an immediat

shuffled back, parting for him as if by royal decree. He was

, his gaze fixed on Cora, a physic

ity, men who moved with the deadly efficiency of former special forces, appeared from nowh

tall he blocked out the sky. He smelled of expensive

a gnawing emptiness in his chest. And here she was, radiating

his burning gaze without flinchin

ensitive skin below her ear. He pulled her forward, forcing her onto her toes,

?" he rasped, his voice a l

er lips. "Anywhere away fro

hands, Cora. Don't forget that." He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "No

ed him that.

e cold smile on her face deepened,

ctly into his s

ady, each word a perfectly aimed dagger.

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Too Late For The Billionaire's Regret

SHANA GRAY Modern

“I was happily preparing to tell Harlan, my lover of five years, that I was pregnant with our child. But when I pushed open his study door, I heard him ordering the ruthless liquidation of my father's company. He wasn't just my family's head of security; he was Harlan Sinclair, a Wall Street predator. He threw a hostile takeover agreement at my feet and sneered that the baby in my belly was a bastard. "Take the money, get rid of that child, and get out of my sight forever." My best friend Kali had forged a DNA report and drugged me to steal him, and he believed every word. Stumbling out into the pouring rain, I was violently struck by a speeding truck. As my blood pooled on the wet asphalt and my baby's life slipped away, Kali stepped out of a luxury SUV just to smile at my agony. Later, in a grim underground clinic, a fake nurse raised a lethal syringe to finish the job. I didn't understand how five years of deep love could be shattered by a single cheap lie. I understood even less how the man who once swore to protect me could so coldly condemn our unborn child to death. Rescued by my father's loyal guards at the last possible second, I vanished into the shadows. Four years later, I stepped off a private jet in New York. The naive, broken Cora was dead; I had returned to make them all crawl.”