Too Late For The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 6

Word Count: 850 | Released on: 04/06/2026

went rigid, his knuckles turning white. For a split second, a flicker of something un

ging her with him toward the Maybach. Her feet stumbled on

rface of the car. The impact knocked the air from her lungs. Sh

legs, his powerful thigh pinning her, trapping her against th

ning them above her head against the tinted window. His o

le bankruptcy, began snapping pictures frantically. But Harlan's broad

oice a low, terrifying promise, "I will make sure t

he can't handle a woman walking away from him." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a seductive, mocking whi

t. The fin

ad of his con

d his mou

hard, punishing, demanding a surrender she would never give. He bit h

ng the assault. His free hand roamed down her side, gripping he

ou are mine," he growled against her swollen lips. "You will always be mine.

eep weariness washed over her. The fight drained out of her. She went limp in his arms, her body pliant but he

m more than her fighting. His movements s

rear window slid down, revealing Kali Miles, her face hidden behind enormous designer sunglasses

. Pinning Cora against his car, dev

e of them snapped, the sharp pain in her finger nothing compared to the acid of jealousy b

er and then dismissed the driver. She planned to teach Cora a lesson

ifted his head, releasing Cora's lips

eyes blazing with a hatred so

of his loosened

her right

f strength she pos

his cheek was a sharp, clean crack tha

orce of the blow. The reporters fell si

the back of her hand, a ge

me sick,

ward her Range Rover, where Rook and Bishop had finally br

brushing over the corner of his mouth where a trickle of blood had appeared. He wat

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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.”