Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire.

Chapter 6

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made everyone flinch. On the corner of his desk sat a coffee mug Chloe had given him, a cheerful ceramic thing with a simple s

p of black coffee, just the way Cole liked it. Nathan had worked under Chloe f

resso," Cole snap

wn what he needed before he even realized it himself. The whole office felt off-balance without her. He wante

espresso. "Just to update you, Ms. Beaumont has

laugh. "She's quitting, isn't she?" He glare

It was standa

his voice dangerously low. "Think about that the next t

he person who'd tried to help her. It wa

e was still pale, but her back was straight, her eyes clear and set. She was

om her former colleagues. One of them, a young woman from marketing, pulled her a

. "What Mr. Rutledge did to Nathan w

d him to stoop that low. She turned and walked straight tow

for her to wait. He was making a point, flexing his power by making her stand there like she was beggin

untless nights she'd spent in this very office, working beside him, the

Rutledge, this is my official letter of resignation. Furthermore, my request for sick leave was filed

his own rule

sibility had clawed into his mind days ago and wouldn't leave. But admitting it would mean fa

is a place you can just

s, and slowly, deliberately, tore it in half, then i

mile tugging at his lips. "As long as

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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.”