Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire.

Chapter 4

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nd Cole, Chloe was on the phone. Her

my discharge papers. Now. T

ady yanked from the back of her hand, leaving an angry purple bruise. No arguments, no p

two large suitcases and started packing. She took only what had been hers before she met him: her clothes, her books, her lapt

e nursed a glass of whiskey. His friends Hunt

tant?" Hunter asked, a

words, "we're over," echoed in his skull, a discordant rhythm that wouldn'

en. They just want a little attention. Carroll used to pull the sam

nything like Carroll, but he couldn't put

ly falling for her," Hunter

e snapped, but a flicker o

We all know she looks like Carroll. That's why you hired her

ike being picked apart. Just then his phone buzzed. It was Carroll, her v

sense of duty, of responsibili

said with a knowing smile. It felt less like a s

he took one last look around the lavish space, this beautiful

or. "Are you sure about this, Chloe?

ched the city lights slide past the

strange pull. "Take a detour. Drive p

windows of the penthouse. They were dark. An u

self. She'll cool off. She'll be back

told the driver to head to the h

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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.”