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Billionaire's Regret, Too Late!

Chapter 3 Chapter 3 The Prey for Tonight

Word Count: 1056 | Released on: 07/03/2025

g and filled with the pulse of raucous music, my h

nconsciously twisted together as my eyes cautiously scan

of handsome men, their movements fluid

p but feel out of p

osed to take t

sleep with me? My cheeks grew warm at the mere thought. How would the people ar

usly to the untouched drink in front of

whispered to myself, trying

ook a seat two stools away at the bar. He ordered a drink with

't deny he was undeniably attractive. Could he be my "choices

side? Could he be a dangerous criminal-or worse, a deranged

Why not take a look at me

voice jolted me out o

faint smile that danced at the corners of his lips. His gaze was sharp, as

nked rapidly, fumbling for a response, my voice trem

eyebrow arched slightly, his smile widening with a confident cer

softly. He didn't nee

ing nonchalantly, as if discussing something entirely

bold, entirely devoid of subtlety

a, you've always been so cautious. But is

with a stranger before parting ways,

ses, I realized I was in a ho

over the room, but the silence pressed

own weary reflection. My heart was in turmoi

rning white, I tried to calm the chaos in my mind. Bu

athroom. Damon stood with his back to me, his broad shoulders ri

race wildly in my chest. The rustling sound of a drawer opening cut t

fear twisted with uncertainty in my ches

any excuse to escape, no matter how flimsy. Anything to

teps deliberate as he approached. Each footfall se

gnetic voice carried a teasing edge, like a lit

arms pulled me against him, his

swirling in my mind. How could he speak

y sign of hesitation, some indication t

closed the gap between us, press

e. The world faded away, leaving onl

agined, warm and tantalizing, wi

e, magical pull. And as I parted my lips slightly, offering the barest of respo

d past my lips, tangling with mine in a dan

g to life, igniting a fire that spread through my body. I felt ligh

e sharp, abrupt ring of a phone, shattering the fr

startled fawn. Scrambling for my bag, I felt an overwhelm

w the name "Lucien" flashing, an icy chil

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Ela Osaretin Billionaires

“"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!”