Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire.

Chapter 7

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t it land. "This has nothing to do with anyone else," she said, her voic

ircling the desk until he stood directly in front of her, crowding her space.

tick. A threat dressed u

y. As of today, I am no longer your assistant." She turned to leave. "You can tear u

ng her back against the wall. The impact knocked the air from her lu

, "don't make me do

quite clear, Mr. Rutledge. An employee has the right to terminate their

him, she was fighting back with his

red his head and crushed his mouth to hers. It wasn't a kiss of passion. It

ugh her. She drove her knee up hard

for a split second. It was all she need

lazing with a dark, dangerous

and like she was trying to scrub the feel

he office do

k in the scene-Cole clutching his stomach, Chloe breathing hard against the

ice a fragile whisper. "Am

ike she'd seen through the hospital window. Same shape to the eyes, same curve of the lips. But wher

wave of searing humiliation washed over Chloe, so intense it made her

t of Carroll. "What are you doing

octor said I should walk more, so I thought I'd bring you some lunch."

omfort her. His eyes

the crook of his arm like she owned it. She looked at Chloe, her

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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.”