Too Late For The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 8

Word Count: 633 | Released on: 04/06/2026

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ed the heel of his expensive Italian loafer onto Mitc

spitting up a mo

ed his tie, "was for touching Ms. Burton's chin with your mic

ck in the

dorf Astoria, the only light came fro

rapped in

ng her eyes, the screech of tires filling her ears. The crushing impac

a sheen of cold sweat on her forehead. Her hands cl

a security camera flickered once, then went dark. The ent

igure stood be

t the key card sensor. It whirred silently. A soft

h the silence of a predator. He locked the door behind

osened his tie. He crossed the living room, his expensive shoe

owering shadow in the da

refully hidden from the world, from him. The rage that had been consuming him since she'd slapped him began to morp

scaped her lips.

hed the beast he kept chained i

mov

mattress, the bed dippin

rom her nightmare. Her eyes flew open, her hea

error. A muffled scre

h of her wrists in a grip of steel, pi

d unyielding against her thin silk nightgown.

n into her te

, his voice a gravelly whisper in

h. She opened her lips to screa

a kiss of pure, unrestrained hunger, a brutal assertion of ownership, a promise

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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.”