Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire.

Chapter 3

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ear pain in it. He heard another emotional move,

start,

older on her bedside table. She'd had her lawyer draw it up weeks ago, back when

et marri

red at the folder like it was a snake. His face hard

t," he said, his voice fla

e thing she wanted, the one thing that would have

dded, a hint of disappointment in his voic

"The rules? Was losing our c

narrowed.

stared at her, and she watched the flicker of sus

he said, his voice dripping with dis

d aside the biggest tragedy of her life like it was a made-up story. Her

alm. She pulled the folder back. Th

ting his eyes without a flicke

ask of irritation, slowly darkened into thunderous rage. He saw this

you say?"

nd cold, "we're over. I'm bowing out befo

her bedside, his hand clamping around her wrist like a shackle. He yanked

k, but her eyes

ce a venomous whisper near her ear. "Several of Beaumont

utal. "Make me unhappy, and

It wasn't just about her face. It was abou

her throat. "Three years ago, you approached me, you inves

e was the

admired my skills," she said, the last of her p

le said, his voice cold and final. "You and your fa

tasting like poison. "That's all

wrenched her wrist from his grip. Her eyes, dry

to be in your

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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.”