Billionaire's Regret, Too Late!

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agnetic allure in front of me, and glanced at the phone vibrati

by his unique charm. He looked like he had stepped straight out of a

able. Rationally, I knew I should ignore the call and focus enti

ound the phone in my ha

ly. That casual movement carried an air of carefree indif

p blade. Though his tone was cold and detache

t flashed through my mind, leaving me u

d the answer button. My voice, sharp with tension a

ne. After a brief pause, he cleared his throat aw

ealed a lot-he w

say it, it's none of your business

inst my back. The unexpected warmth made me gasp sof

penetrating gaze. His strong arms enci

ive skin of my neck with a feathery softness. Each fleeting touch sen

istance only seemed to embolden him. Instead of relenting, he i

ashed in his eyes as he glanced at the phone still clutched in my hand.

in a twisted forbidden romance, the weight of gu

, jolting me back to reality like a thunderclap: "

hat if I am? Don't forget-we're in an open marriage. You should res

ucien's voice rose in anger, his tone sharp enough to sting. "Grandpa wa

uptly, leaving the beepin

again. A new message appeared

ndfather left me a

an authoritative yet affectionate figure in my life. Th

Lucien had become a tangled mess.

marriage? It could

wever thrilling, was cl

ief, secretly grateful

s visibly angered

nd turned me to face him. His smolderin

effortlessly lifted me off the ground. The

d out, panic l

k-solid chest in a futile attempt to stead

ered the strength to resist. I c

"Damon, I have something urgent to dea

ist unrelenting. His piercing gaze narrowed, an

ai

rd sent a chil

ecrets I didn't yet know-hidden truths or