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Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire.

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 494    |    Released on: Today at 19:09

words had steel underneath. "Cole, you l

p. "Go wait outside," he said, his voice hard.

rse. I'll be right out here." She turned to Chloe, her manner shifting into that of a gracious hostess. "But bef

, marking her territory. She was the

bject, then closed it. A part of him-the cruel, angry part-wanted to see Chloe kno

last ember of warmth she might have he

he nodded once and walked toward the small kitchene

oor behind them. The smile was gone

titute should know her place." She leaned against the counter. "Did you k

ss of the steam, the gurgle of the water. Her calm was a wall Carrol

m her designer handbag. She scribbled a figure, tore o

nd disappear from Cole's life for good. It's what girls like you want, isn't it? The

e porcelain cup. She picked it up, her hand steady, and set it on the count

er tone as neutral and professional a

ave been. In Carroll's world, everything and everyone had a price. Chloe's ref

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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.”