Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire.

Chapter 5

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thousand miles away. When she reached for

lled with tears. "Cole,

eassurances, but the irritation crawled under his skin. She tried to lean he

ar the latest? That real estate mogul, Kenji Tanaka? His mistress tried t

Chloe's desperate scream over the phone, saw her pale face in the hospit

ing down hard, clawed its way into his m

, but it went straight to voicemail. His text

his chair scraped loud against the floor, ignoring Carroll's

the driver stop. He bought a huge bouquet of white tulips, her favorite. He didn't know why. An apology? A pea

apartment door, expecting to find her

ess hit him in the face. T

coffee table lay the apartment key and th

master suite, into the walk-in closet. Her side was c

aw yell, he hurled them against the wall. The delicate petals

mber again, jabbing at the screen. This

rfectly professional. "Hello, M

formality was a sl

into the phone. "Chloe, did I no

d. "Your limits? You mean threatening my

ck here

bye,

, terrifying fear wrapped its fingers around his throat. He might have actually lost her. He'd always assumed her love was a given, an u

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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.”