Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire.

Chapter 2

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nd sterile. The second was the blinding white light on the ceiling above h

nd her best friend Kelsi Charles

ice was thick with tears she was holding bac

ed through the fog of pain and confusion. Her

pered, her voice a d

ob tore from Chloe's chest, raw and animal, a sound of pure loss. The tears came then, not gentle drops but a silent, violent f

t absolute bastard Cole Rutledge. I called him a hundred times. A hundred. He d

anything physical. He hadn't come. He'd l

d by a cold, hollow numbness.

it up, shoving the

" Kelsi tried to push her back

of all feeling. "I need to see her. I need to

her out of bed. Leaning heavily on her friend, Chloe shuffled down the quiet, sterile hallway of

re he w

's mouth. The look on his face-tender, focused concern-was

r head, and Chloe's brea

y. But it was, without a doubt, a face that could have been her own. Like looki

tared at her, like he was seeing something far away. The exact shade of lipstick he alwa

tand-in. A substitute. A brea

s. The last scraps of her love for Cole Rutledge died right

elsi, her voice flat. "Th

staring at the ceiling for hours. Th

noyed, like he was dealing with a tedious bu

s a car accident, Chloe. Did you re

credit card, setting it on the bedside table. "I'll cove

He thought money could fix this. H

head slowly, looking at him, really looking, like she was seeing hi

ar. "For the past three years, when you lo

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“For three years, Chloe was Cole's perfect executive assistant by day and his secret lover by night. On her birthday, she prepared a candlelit dinner, ready to propose and share the secret of her pregnancy. But a single phone call from his ex-girlfriend, Carroll, ruined everything. Cole rushed out to comfort his ex, leaving Chloe behind. That same night, Chloe got into a horrific car crash. As she lay bleeding on the side of the road, losing their child, Cole ignored all her desperate calls. When she woke up in the hospital, her baby was gone. Dragging her broken body to find him, she saw Cole tenderly feeding Carroll-a woman who shared her exact face. She was never loved, just a cheap substitute. When Chloe tried to quit and leave, Cole threatened her family's company to keep her trapped. Carroll even poured scalding coffee on herself just to frame Chloe. Without even looking at the fresh burn on Chloe's hand, Cole held the weeping Carroll and turned to Chloe with a monstrous demand. "Her blood type is rare. You are going to donate blood to her." He wanted Chloe, who had just suffered a traumatic miscarriage, to act as a blood bag for the woman who orchestrated her pain. Did her life and her dead child mean absolutely nothing to him? The last trace of her love turned to ash, replaced by a blazing, primal hatred. "You will not do this to me!" She wrenched her arm from his grip, refusing to be his caged canary anymore. It was time to tear his world apart.”