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Leah Carrington thought she’d buried her past—and her feelings—long ago. Married to a kind, dependable man, she’s built a life of stability, even if it lacks the spark she secretly craves. But when her estranged father pulls her into a high-profile business collaboration with a mysterious company, Leah discovers the shocking truth: the man behind it is Dwight, her first love, who disappeared just days before their wedding. Now, forced to work alongside the man who broke her heart, Leah must confront long-buried emotions, uncover the secrets of Dwight’s betrayal, and decide if she’ll follow her head—or her heart.
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Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 87
Leah's POVThe city glimmers beneath me, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows as I move through my penthouse. The marble tiles are cool against my bare feet, the soft hum of ambient jazz weaving through the quiet as I begin my nightly routine.In the en-suite bathroom, warm lights glow from behind a gilded mirror. I stand before it, slowly removing the remnants of the evening. Each product—cleansing oil, foaming wash, rose-infused toner—lines the counter like an artful arrangement, the routine itself a ritual of comfort. The heated towel beneath my fingertips is plush, indulgent. But tonight, the luxury feels secondary. My mind lingers elsewhere.Dinner with Dad.His warmth, though subtle, had unsettled me more than his silence ever did. It wasn’t just the way he asked about my welfare or offered to refill my glass—it was the effort. The intentionality behind every quiet gesture. For a man like Felix Carrington, even the smallest shift felt seismic.I dab my face dry and change into sof
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-14Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 86
Leah's POVThere's a moment of silence between us as Father studies the menu. I stay quiet, knowing that he doesn't like to make small talk when browsing through the options of the meal to order.However, he asks without looking up, "How have you been?"I blink. I must've misheard.That question doesn't come from him. Not first, not ever. Especially not when browsing through the menu."I've been… okay," I reply slowly, still not fully believing this is happening.He nods, glancing at me, his green eyes, very much like mine, assessing me before he returns to the menu.I steel myself for the moment he glances over it and waves it aside to order for both of us. It's how these dinners usually go. He selects, I smile and thank him, and the night continues under his direction.Except this time, he sets the menu in front of me."You should try something you like," he says. "They have an interesting range. Judith said the duck is nice, but I saw burgers too."I raise an eyebrow. "You're not o
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 85
Leah's POVCece wraps her fingers around her coffee cup as I stand to leave. There’s warmth in her gaze, but she doesn't push me to stay longer. She never does. That's the thing about Cece—she's always known when to speak, when to stay silent, and when to step aside. There are parts of my life I don't even need to explain to her anymore. She just knows.“Call me when you get home?” she says, eyes flicking up.I nod. “I will. Thanks for this. For... grounding me.”She smiles, but there's something pained in the curve of her lips. “Go. Don’t keep him waiting. You know how he gets.”I do.The thought alone is enough to quicken my steps. I slide into my car and head home, my fingers already twitching for the straightener. It's ridiculous, really—how many years have passed since I moved out of my father's house, since I began building a life of my own? And yet, the moment a dinner invitation arrives from him, I revert. Instinctively. Unquestionably.The apartment is quiet when I step in. M
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-13Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 84
Ethan's POVThe fire’s gone. Days have passed. But in my head, it still burns. And the memory of the fire crackling and hissing as I'd watched the short clip leaves me in complete satisfaction.I’m in my apartment tonight. Curtains drawn tight. The only light comes from this weak, flickering lamp in the corner. Shadows stretch across the floor like they’re reaching for me.I let them.I like the quiet. The isolation. It gives me room to think — and God, I’ve been thinking.My laptop glows in front of me. News reports. Articles. Whispers on social media. All of them screaming about Glimmr. About the fire. About the damage.No leads. No suspects.The thugs — they’d really been good at their job.They'd truly delivered. Exactly how I wanted it.I run a hand through my hair — it’s a mess — and let a slow smirk tug at my mouth.Two workshops. Reduced to ash. Dwight’s precious little empire gutted overnight. Everything he built — torched.And yet… I still feel empty.Because he’s still brea
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-12Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 83
Dwight’s POVThe last of the heat hisses away beneath the gold band as I quench it, setting the tongs down and peeling off my gloves. My workshop has grown cold, the shadows long and stretched. The overhead light buzzes faintly above me, casting a muted glow over my tools and the half-finished designs strewn across the bench. For a moment, everything is quiet. Still.But then I hear it.The low hum of an engine outside. Idle. Steady.I stiffen.There aren’t supposed to be any cars out here—at least not this late, not this deep into the property. This workshop is tucked far behind the main Glimmr building, its location carefully omitted from all but a select few internal maps. Carter doesn’t even have the coordinates. The place is meant to be my sanctuary.I slip off the apron and wipe my hands on a cloth, my ears straining to catch more.Silence again.I step outside into the night. The air is sharp with the promise of rain, cool against my sweat-damp skin. The gravel crunches beneath
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-11Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 82
Dwight’s POVThe rhythmic clinking of metal against metal fills the air, a soft cadence that calms the storm behind my ribs. I’ve been here for hours, maybe longer. Time has folded into itself, unraveling only in the form of the golden loop I’m working on—intricate, flawed, human.It’s supposed to be a ring, but it’s more than that. It’s a tether. Something to keep me grounded when everything else feels like it’s slipping.My fingertips are blackened with soot and metal polish. I haven’t eaten. My back aches, and I can feel the stiff pull of a burn on the side of my wrist from where I grazed the torch earlier. Still, I don’t stop. I’m not ready to face the world waiting outside this place.This workshop is tucked far enough away from the main building that I rarely get disturbed. It’s smaller, more private. It smells of cedarwood, oil, and scorched silver. I didn’t even bring Carter here. Only a few know it exists. I needed a space that didn’t scream success or wealth or responsibilit
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-10Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 81
Dwight’s POVThe coffee on my desk has gone cold. I haven’t touched it. I don’t even remember when I ordered it—Carter must’ve dropped it off hours ago, before retreating with that look of quiet concern he doesn’t dare speak aloud. The surface has a faint film now, oily and still. It’s a small detail, insignificant, but it gnaws at me. Just another thing left unattended. Another thing that slipped past my grip.I haven’t eaten. Can’t. The reports in front of me blur, the black ink melting into the white paper like shadows bleeding into snow. I read and reread the same line over and over, but nothing sticks. My brain refuses to process it. The numbers, the projections, the incident breakdowns—they’re all just noise.My mind keeps drifting. Backward. To her.To Leah.The fire was here. In New York. Not overseas. Not one of our satellite facilities in developing regions where corruption, corner-cutting, and poor infrastructure might make for a believable excuse. No. This wasn’t negligenc
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-09Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 80
Leah's POVThe coffee shop on Spring hasn’t changed. Still too cold, still too loud. The walls are still cluttered with vintage postcards no one reads, secondhand books no one touches, and a playlist that feels like someone’s breakup soundtrack stuck on loop.It feels weird walking in, suitcase still at my heel, fresh from the cab. Like I never left. Like the city’s been waiting with its usual indifference.And then I see it—our booth. Mine and Cece’s. Empty, like it’s been saving me a seat all this time.She’s already there, naturally. Halfway through a cinnamon roll that could be classified as architectural, waving me over like I’ve committed some great betrayal by arriving late.“About time,” she says, grinning wide as she slides my Americano across the table like it’s holy.I drop my bag with a soft thud and sink into the seat across from her. “Miss me that much?”“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “I was two seconds away from calling your dad to report a kidnapping.”I snort. “He woul
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-08Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 79
Leah’s POVNew York greets me with a sigh.It’s a different kind of morning here—louder, steel-edged. The air bites with the scent of exhaust and something vaguely metallic, like the city’s been grinding its teeth all night. There’s no sea breeze. No citrus trees. No Acropolis glowing in the distance. Just buildings. Tall, grey, and unsentimental. Just like the people streaming past me as I wheel my suitcase across the terminal floor at JFK. I should feel relieved to be back. This is familiar. Structured. It’s the life I know. But as I slide into the back seat of the town car Dad sent, I feel like a guest in my own city.Judith had insisted that I send over my travel details. She had reiterated that father needed them. Right before I'd boarded, she'd informed me that a town car was going to wait for me. Father had always been protective. It wasn't new. When I was in High School, he had never allowed me to return home on foot, or use the school bus like my friends did. Heck, at 16,
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-07
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Leah's POV"Congratulations, Cece!" I exclaim, pushing myself out of my chair and throwing my arms around my best friend. I hug her tightly, her fuller figure pressing against my smaller frame. "Thank you," Cece beams as I pull back. Her eyes shimmer with happy tears, and her fingers lovingly trace the diamond-studded ring. Her expression grows thoughtful, as if she’s replaying the moment in her mind. I can’t decide what I admire more: the dazzling ring on her finger or the radiant smile lighting up her face. "You know," she begins, her voice soft, "I never saw it coming. Shaun completely took me by surprise." She glances up at me, her cheeks flushed with joy. I smile knowingly. "Well, I guess now is the best time to tell you—I was in on his secret." Her eyes widen in shock. "Wait, what? You knew?" I laugh at her comical expression. "Of course! It was hard to keep it from you, but Shaun made me promise not to say a word. You have no idea how difficult it was!" Cece looks...
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