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Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 1
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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At exactly eleven, I stand outside Dwight Spencer’s office, inhaling deeply before knocking.“Come in,” his voice calls from inside.I push the door open and step in, immediately met with the sight of him. Dwight Spencer, composed and effortlessly put together, sits behind his desk in a navy-blue suit. His eyes meet mine, sharp and unreadable.I shut the door behind me, keeping my stance firm. “Let’s make this quick.”He doesn’t acknowledge my hostility. Instead, he gestures to the chair in front of him. “Sit.”I hesitate for a moment, then walk toward the chair. I’m here to do business, not engage in petty power plays. I sit, adjusting the hem of my blouse as I settle into the chair, making sure I’m as professional as possible. This is work. Nothing else.His gaze remains steady, and for a brief moment, I wonder if he’s looking at me differently. Dwight always had a way of making you feel like the only person in the room—whether it was his commanding presence or the intense, quiet wa
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(Felix’s POV)The moment the call ends, I let out a slow breath and lean back in my chair, pressing my thumb and forefinger against my temples. The tension coiled in my chest begins to unravel, but only slightly. Leah is safe. She’s fine. That should be enough to put my mind at ease.And yet, it isn’t.Because the moment relief settled in, something else took its place. Guilt.I had lashed out the second I knew she was all right. Instead of expressing relief, I questioned her decisions, criticized her choices—like I always do.Like I don’t know any other way to communicate with my own daughter.I rub a hand over my face and sigh. Damn it, Felix.I should have told her I was glad she was okay. I should have told her that I had been worried sick, that my mind had been racing with worst-case scenarios ever since I heard she was gone.But no. Instead, I asked her where the hell she had been. Because anger is easier than fear. Because control is easier than vulnerability.And now, I might
Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 71
Dwight’s POVThe jet touches down in New York just before dawn. The sky remains a murky shade of blue, the city still shrouded in the last remnants of night. I should be exhausted—I haven't slept in nearly twenty-four hours—but exhaustion isn’t something I have the luxury of feeling.Not when two of my workshops have burned to the ground in a single night.The moment the wheels hit the tarmac, I unbuckle my seatbelt, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. The cabin door swings open, letting in a gust of biting cold air. It does nothing to cool the fury simmering beneath my skin. Without waiting for my driver, I descend the steps swiftly, pulling out my phone as I cross the private runway.Jordan’s name flashes on the screen. I answer immediately.“Tell me.”His voice is sharp, controlled. “The fires were fully extinguished a few hours ago. Both locations are in ruins.”I exhale slowly, my grip tightening around my phone. “Any injuries?”“A few. Some minor burns and smoke inhalation. But n
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(Leah’s POV)The phone sits in my palm, the screen illuminated with a single voicemail notification.Dad.My thumb hovers over the play button, hesitating, even though I know I have no choice but to listen. There’s a quiet, sinking feeling in my chest as I prepare myself for what’s coming. My father never leaves voicemails. If he calls and I don’t pick up, he simply moves on—because Felix Carrington does not repeat himself.But this time, he did.I press play.Static crackles for a moment before his voice comes through, deep and controlled, but unmistakably tight."Leah."He pauses."Call me back when you get this."Another pause. A sharp exhale. His next words are quieter, rougher around the edges."I need to know you’re alright."And then, the voicemail ends.I sit there, frozen, the weight of those five words sinking into me. I need to know you’re alright.It’s not an order. Not a command. It’s something else. Something I’m not used to hearing from him.Something close to worry.My
Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 69
Felix’s POVThe house is silent. Too silent.I sit in the dimly lit study, a half-empty glass of whiskey resting on the desk beside me. The amber liquid catches the glow of the desk lamp, flickering like dying embers, but it does nothing to warm me. Nothing does. Not anymore.The air in here feels stale, the kind of stillness that settles when a place has been left untouched for too long. I don’t remember the last time I had company in this house. Not real company. Not the kind that fills a place with laughter, movement, life.My fingers tighten around the glass. I take a slow sip, the burn of the alcohol cutting through the numbness creeping into my bones. I used to hate whiskey. Now, it keeps me company more than anyone else.I exhale, rubbing a hand over my face, my mind spiraling in one direction, over and over again.Leah.Where is she? Is she safe? Is she thinking about me the way I’m thinking about her?The thought of anything happening to her sends ice through my veins. The ki
Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 68
Dwight’s POVThe hum of the jet is steady, a low vibration that fills the silence. But Dwight isn’t listening to it. He’s gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles turn white.Two workshops. Gone.The first call had been bad enough—a fire, a total loss. But the second? That was no accident. He knows it deep in his gut.He leans back in his seat, staring at the glass of whiskey untouched on the table before him. His mind is racing, threading through every possibility, every enemy he’s made over the years.This wasn’t some random misfortune. Someone did this.The problem is, he doesn’t know who.Glimmr has competitors, plenty of them. People who’d love to see him fail, even if they don’t know he’s the one pulling the strings behind the brand. But outright sabotage? Arson? That’s a different level of hostility.And whoever did it made sure there was nothing left behind. No trace. No evidence of arson. No trails.Scrubbed clean.Dwight exhales sharply and presses the call button. He
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Ethan’s POV“Is it done?”“Yes, sir.”“Good,” I mutter.The world sees chaos as an accident. A tragic, unfortunate event.I see it as strategy.My glass rests against my lips, the whiskey burning down my throat as I watch the city below. A storm of lights flickers through the skyline, but my mind is elsewhere—on a different kind of fire. One that has already turned a part of Dwight’s empire to ash.I set the glass down with a quiet clink, my pulse steady, my satisfaction quiet but absolute.This moment should feel like victory. And in many ways, it is. The first strike has been made. A calculated, well-executed move that no one will suspect. By morning, the news will break—one of Glimmr’s major workshops, up in flames, reduced to nothing but ash and twisted metal.A tragic accident, they’ll call it.An unfortunate loss.And Dwight?He’ll know better.That’s the beauty of it. No one will point fingers. There will be no investigations, no trails leading back to me. Just whispers. Just u
Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 66
Dwight’s POVLeah’s words cut through me like a blade, sharp and precise, leaving behind a wound that refuses to close."You never gave me a chance to choose."She’s still looking at me, her eyes burning with hurt, anger, and something else—something unspoken but undeniably there. The weight of it settles in my chest, suffocating, pressing down with the full force of every mistake I’ve made.I rake a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. I had thought leaving had been the hardest thing I’d ever done. But standing here, seeing the pain my absence caused her, knowing that I was the reason she spent years believing she wasn’t enough—it’s unbearable.And yet, even now, with so much standing between us, I can’t stop looking at her.She’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.The silk of her nightwear clings to her in a way that makes it impossible not to notice every curve, every dip of her body. The soft glow from the lamp casts a warm hue across her skin, highlighting the deli
Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 65
Leah’s POVThe night drags on, stretching endlessly as I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep remains elusive, chased away by the endless cycle of thoughts circling in my head. No matter how much I try to push them away, they keep coming back—Dwight’s words, Cece’s questions, the gnawing uncertainty that refuses to let me rest.I turn onto my side, gripping the sheets. The weight of everything presses down on me. I had spent years believing Dwight had chosen to leave. Years convincing myself that, for some reason, I wasn’t enough to make him stay. And now, with one revelation, the past has been rewritten.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to slow my racing heart.I had searched for him. After he disappeared, I had called, emailed, even gone to his office. But I had always been met with silence, with a void where he should have been. Eventually, I had stopped searching. I had forced myself to move on.But had I really?If I had, why does it still hurt this much?I exhale sharply and
Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 64
Leah’s POVThe silence in my hotel room feels heavier now.I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone, but my mind is still caught in the last hour—still replaying Dwight’s words over and over."I was taken, Leah. Held captive. Tortured."I press my palms against my temples, my breathing uneven.Maybe I should take a shower. Maybe that would help calm me. I step into the glass stall and switch on the overhead shower, sighing as the lukewarm water pelts my skin.But even the heady sensation of warm water does nothing to quell the endless thoughts swirling in my head.I don’t know how to process this.I can’t process this.Dwight was taken. Not just gone—not just choosing to leave—but forcibly removed from my life. It’s the kind of revelation that should change everything.And yet, somehow, it changes nothing.So much time has passed. Why did he not reach out? I had been waiting. Hoping. Praying.I'd anticipated his return. Dreamt of it. But I'd never gotten it. Maybe if he had r
