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Leah's POVAva arrived a little after ten, a paper bag swinging in her arm, her oversized sunglasses perched on her nose like she owned the world.“I brought croissants,” she announced, kicking off her shoes the minute she stepped in.I was already seated on the couch in Dwight’s minimalist living room, my laptop open and a mug of chamomile tea cooling beside me. The events of the night before still shimmered around me like mist I couldn’t shake off. That kiss from this morning. The feeling of his mouth on mine. The way my body had leaned into him like it remembered every inch of his touch.But I shoved the thoughts aside and forced a smile.“Thank God. I was starting to feel faint.”“Dramatic much?” Ava chuckled and flopped down beside me. She was more carefree here... more herself. “So, you’re really working from home today? What’s going on? You, sick?”I hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. A little under the weather. Just didn’t feel up to going in.”Ava didn’t question it. That was the
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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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Leah's POVI jerk awake at the shrilling sound of the telephone, my heart pounding in protest at the abrupt interruption of sleep. Beside me, Ethan groans, burying his face into the pillow. “Babe, please, make it stop.” I sigh, untangling myself from the sheets and padding toward the opaque desk where the telephone lays. "Leah Carrington here," I snap into the speaker, still groggy. "Leah." My father's gruff voice filters through the receiver, instantly jolting me fully awake. My heart picks up speed at the familiar tone, and I swallow hard. Father never calls. As a busy man, he’s never had time for idle chitchat. If he’s calling, it means it’s important. I straighten instinctively. "Yes, Father." "Judith has mailed you a few documents I would like you to look over. There’s an important project I will need you on." I swallow hard, taken aback. My father has never needed me to look over official documents—not after I had *disappointed* him by going after my passion: eve
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Leah’s POV“Come on, you’ve been pacing for the last thirty minutes. Tell me what is really going on.” Ethan’s voice pulls me from my spiraling thoughts, but I don’t stop moving. My mind is too tangled, too restless. “It’s my father,” I answer with a sigh, finally dropping onto the edge of the bed. Ethan props himself up on one elbow, watching me closely. “What about him?” I shake my head ruefully. “I’m sorry, I can’t. Father says it’s confidential information.” I lie. His expression darkens. “Seriously, Leah?” He pushes himself into a sitting position, raking a hand through his messy hair. “After the night we had, you’re still shutting me out?” My chest tightens. Last night had been perfect. A rooftop dinner under the stars, wine that tasted like velvet on my tongue, laughter that felt effortless. I had wanted to say goodnight and return home alone, but Ethan had stopped me. "It’s been too perfect to end here," he had murmured, intertwining our fingers. "Let me stay."
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Her picture taunts me from the screen. Leah Carrington. The woman I loved more than life itself. The woman I lost not to time, not to death, but to another man.Her hazel eyes, even through the cold detachment of a photograph, cut through my carefully constructed walls. They seem to ask me the one question I can never answer: Why didn’t you come back sooner?But I did. God, I did. It just wasn’t enough.I lean back in my chair, dragging a hand down my face as the memories resurface. They always do when I think of Leah. I’ve tried to keep her locked away in some deep, hidden part of my mind, but she always finds her way back, clawing her way into my thoughts.I remember the warmth of her smile, so bright it could chase away the darkest storm. The way she’d throw her head back when she laughed, her hair cascading down her shoulders in waves that always smelled like lavender. I remember how she used to dance barefoot in the rain, pulling me along with her, laughing like the world couldn’
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Leah's POV (Two days later…) Dwight Spencer. The man who shattered my world and forced me to rebuild it piece by painful piece.I stare up at the towering structure before me, sleek and monolithic, its dark-tinted glass revealing nothing of what lies inside. There’s no grand logo stamped across the entrance, no bold declaration of ownership—just a name, subtly etched in polished steel near the door. Glimmr. It’s almost an afterthought, as if the man behind it prefers to let power speak for itself rather than parade it.“This is one hell of a building,” Patricia, my father’s executive assistant, murmurs, her tone tinged with awe. I nod absently, swallowing hard. “It is,” I reply, though my voice wavers slightly. Dwight's company name is etched boldly into the sleek silver plaque by the entrance. It looms over me like a silent dare, challenging me to step inside. Without another word, Patricia and I push through the glass doors, entering a pristine lobby bathed in soft, natural ligh
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As I drive back, my mind is overwhelmed with thoughts of Dwight. I'd always imagined what it would be like to see him again—on those long, lonely nights when the ache of missing him became too much to bear.In my mind, I pictured him pulling me into his arms, kissing me deeply, and never letting me go. He would tell me that he missed me and was never going to leave again.Foolishly, I'd believed it. I had let him convince me, during our time together, that he was truly in love with me.I was so stupid—naive, young, and foolishly in love. How could I have been so blind?But today, when Dwight looked at me, it was as if I meant nothing to him. I feel the sting of his indifference all over again.The truth was obvious now; Dwight had not been kidnapped, nor had he gotten into a ghastly car accident and died. Dwight had simply wanted nothing to do with me again and had left.He hadn't been wrenched from my arms by death. Dwight had left of his own accord. The urge to cry hits me, but I f
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By the time I arrive at the office the next morning, I’ve already convinced myself that today will be different. That I won’t let Dwight Spencer affect me. That I won’t let the past creep into the present.It’s a lie, of course.I’m still unsettled from last night—Ethan’s words, the realization that he’s right. That Dwight didn’t die, didn’t have an accident, didn’t lose his memory. He simply left. And now, I’m expected to work with him as if none of it happened.A young woman intercepts me the moment I step into the building. She’s bright-eyed and enthusiastic, looking a few years younger than me.“You must be Miss Carrington,” she says, offering a cheerful smile. “I’m Ava. I’ve been assigned as your assistant.”I nod, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you.”“It’s nice to meet you too.” Her eyes scan my hair with pure admiration. “I had been told I’d know you by the color of your hair. You have the most gorgeous hair.”I chuckle, feeling a little conscious as I pat down my natural aubu
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Leah's POVAva arrived a little after ten, a paper bag swinging in her arm, her oversized sunglasses perched on her nose like she owned the world.“I brought croissants,” she announced, kicking off her shoes the minute she stepped in.I was already seated on the couch in Dwight’s minimalist living room, my laptop open and a mug of chamomile tea cooling beside me. The events of the night before still shimmered around me like mist I couldn’t shake off. That kiss from this morning. The feeling of his mouth on mine. The way my body had leaned into him like it remembered every inch of his touch.But I shoved the thoughts aside and forced a smile.“Thank God. I was starting to feel faint.”“Dramatic much?” Ava chuckled and flopped down beside me. She was more carefree here... more herself. “So, you’re really working from home today? What’s going on? You, sick?”I hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. A little under the weather. Just didn’t feel up to going in.”Ava didn’t question it. That was the
Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 113
Leah’s POVI woke up to sunlight streaming in through unfamiliar blinds. For a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was—until the memory of the night before came crashing back like waves against a jagged shore.The guest room.Dwight’s house.The black sedan parked outside my penthouse window.Calling him in a moment of panic.And him showing up—like some kind of storm-worn knight—eyes blazing, arms steady, voice calm while I all but fell apart.I turned in bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to process everything. The feeling of safety in this room was real, almost too real—like I might wake up again in my own bed and find it was all a dream. But this wasn’t a dream. I was really here, in Dwight’s home. The man I once loved, the man I had planned to marry, the man who’d disappeared from my life and somehow returned in the most unexpected way.And last night… God. I buried my face in the pillow as the memory of him stepping into the room, finding me in nothing but matching silky pants and
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Ethan’s POVI had waited long enough.The thug hadn’t needed to say anything more after confirming she’d been at Glimmr all day. I knew. Of course I knew. It wasn’t about the damn jewelry company—it never was. That place belonged to Dwight Spencer, not Jordan. Jordan was a poser, a face, a pawn. Dwight was the real deal. And Leah had run straight into his arms the moment I slipped up. The moment she thought I was no longer good enough.So I sat in the black sedan I’d taken off the thug—an unremarkable thing, dull paint and barely legal tints—and I watched. Parked just across from Leah’s high-rise penthouse, angled perfectly toward her bedroom window, I waited like a man starved. The plan had been simple: wait until she fell asleep, sneak in, take her away.She was mine. Leah was always mine. Her heart, her body, her damn smile—I’d built my whole world around her. And she threw it all away. For what? For a man who disappeared for years and then reappeared with money and power?The thou
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN Leah’s POVI stood in the middle of the guest room, my fingers idly grazing the edge of the dresser, trying to take it all in. The place didn’t feel real—at least not in the sense that it belonged to someone I used to love. It was too modern, too polished. A sleek contrast to the chaotic mess my mind had become.Dwight had shown me around with the precision of someone trying not to linger too long. The kitchen, the alarm system, the espresso machine I’d probably never use, and then the guest room—with fresh linens and my favorite scent diffused lightly into the air like he’d somehow known I’d be here tonight.I was alone now. The soft sound of his retreating footsteps had long faded down the hall. But the space still felt charged, like something invisible tethered us together. I exhaled slowly and glanced around again. The room was beautiful. Minimalistic yet warm. Soft beiges and greys. A plush area rug. It felt like him. It also felt safe. And that al
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Dwight's POVThe moment I hang up Leah’s call, I’m already halfway out the door.I don’t think. I just move.The city blurs past as I tear through the streets like a man possessed. I don't care how many traffic laws I break or how many horns blare at me in protest. Leah is scared—and for good reason. And I'm not going to waste another damn second.I should’ve pushed harder today at the office. I knew something was wrong. The way she sat through that meeting, eyes vacant, her usual fire smothered under whatever weight she was carrying. I told myself to keep my distance, told myself it wasn’t my place anymore after she insisted she was fine.Maybe I was just a stupid coward who was afraid of digging deeper.And now here I am, racing through the night because a car was parked too long outside her window and she’s scared out of her mind.The last time this happened, it was me being hunted. Stalked. Dragged into the dark.And now they’ve moved on to her.I clench my jaw so tight it aches.
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Dwight's POV The moment I hang up Leah’s call, I’m already halfway out the door.I don’t think. I just move.The city blurs past as I tear through the streets like a man possessed. I don't care how many traffic laws I break or how many horns blare at me in protest. Leah is scared—and for good reason. And I'm not going to waste another damn second.I should’ve pushed harder today at the office. I knew something was wrong. The way she sat through that meeting, eyes vacant, her usual fire smothered under whatever weight she was carrying. I told myself to keep my distance, told myself it wasn’t my place anymore after she insisted she was fine.Maybe I was just a stupid coward who was afraid of digging deeper.And now here I am, racing through the night because a car was parked too long outside her window and she’s scared out of her mind.The last time this happened, it was me being hunted. Stalked. Dragged into the dark.And now they’ve moved on to her.I clench my jaw so tight it aches.
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Leah’s POVI grip the steering wheel tighter as the sun begins its descent behind the high-rises, casting long shadows over the glassy cityscape. The air conditioning hums softly in my Audi, a dull contrast to the static buzzing in my head. It’s been there all day—ever since I kicked Ethan out of my penthouse the night before. I should feel relieved. I should feel strong for finally standing up for myself. But I don’t. I feel haunted. Every part of me is still strung tight, like a violin wound too far past its pitch. I haven’t told anyone what happened. Not dad, not the driver who picks me up sometimes. Not even Dwight. Especially not Dwight. The memory of his hand brushing the loose strand of hair from my cheek keeps replaying in my head like a quiet whisper. I’d leaned into the touch—God help me, I’d wanted to. There’d been nothing romantic about it, not really, not in the way it should’ve been. But something about the softness, the moment of tenderness in an otherwise col
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DWIGHT POVShe’s not herself.I knew it the moment she walked into the conference room. Leah always carried herself with a kind of self-assured grace, even when she was fuming, even when her eyes flashed with the heat of an argument. But today… she looked like a version of herself that had been dimmed. Her blouse was slightly wrinkled—unlike her. Her makeup, though minimal, didn’t quite conceal the shadows under her eyes. And the way she kept staring at the same spot on the table like she could bore a hole through it? Yeah, something was off.I told myself not to care. Reminded myself of the promises I’d made in Greece—to keep my distance, to let her do her job, and to stop letting my feelings cloud my judgment. But logic only goes so far when emotion’s been given a seat at the table.She barely said a word throughout the meeting. Gave vague nods, offered clipped feedback, and didn’t catch even one of Jordan’s exaggerated eye rolls. That, more than anything, told me something was wron
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Leah’s POVThe elevator dings softly, and I step out into the quiet hallway of my penthouse building, heels echoing against the marble as I move toward my door. I’m already unfastening the clasp on my bag, mentally sorting through everything I need to do before tomorrow’s pitch—until I see him.Ethan.Leaning against the wall opposite my door like he belongs there.There’s an immediate chill. My stomach knots before I even speak. His presence here, at my home, makes the air feel tighter.It’s like déjà vu—Greece. That morning I’d stepped out and found Dwight waiting, his expression unreadable, his eyes full of history. But this isn’t the same. Dwight’s presence had brought calm, uncertainty maybe, but not fear. Not this dread pulsing beneath my ribs.“What are you doing here?” I ask, keys frozen in my hand.Ethan straightens, and I get a better look at him. His shirt is wrinkled and half-untucked, the collar spotted with something dark—coffee maybe, or liquor. His hair is a mess, stic
