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Dwight’s POVThe moment I see her, my chest tightens.I hadn’t expected her to show up. Not after everything that happened in Greece. Not after the things I said—the things I should never have said. And yet, here she is. Standing right by my desk, not flinching, not hesitating, not saying a word.I don’t know why she’s here. Maybe it’s the fire. Maybe she heard about the damage and thought I needed... what, comfort? Closure? Pity?I glance beyond her shoulder toward the office door, where Jordan and the two security consultants had exited just moments before. They had barely left when Carter quietly motioned toward her, and now she’s standing in my office, looking as composure as ever. I take a moment to study her, taking in the long gray skirt that hugs her in the laugh places, as well as the I wey silk blouse that molds against her frame. My eyes linger around her chest and the memory of how delectable she'd looked that night in her hotel room back in Greece bombards. I suddenly
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Ethan's POV The knock comes hard—three quick raps against the front door. I glance up from the laptop screen, where Leah's pictures are littered all over. I'd saved dozens and dozens of pictures since we'd gotten together. Way before we got together...Leah had always been a fantasy. A delightful woman. A sweet little reward I couldn't wait to have—The knock comes again, harder this time, interrupting my thoughts.I don’t call out to announce that the door’s open. I don’t have to. The bastard walks in like he owns the place—like every lock and latch is beneath him. The air changes when he enters. Heavy. Stale. The scent of sweat and something coppery clings to him like a second skin.He steps into the living room, boots leaving faint marks on the pristine tile. His jacket is slung low, his knuckles scraped and red. And I notice—he sees the broken bottle near the bar, the puddle of whiskey dark against the floor. His eyes pass over it, but he doesn’t mention it. Good. Smart."Where a
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Leah’s POV The door to Dwight's office clicks shut behind me, the sound final, almost hollow. I take the stairs down this time instead of the elevator, needing movement, needing the air, needing anything that isn’t Dwight’s silence echoing in my ears.The moment I step outside, the city air hits me. Not quite fresh, not quite foul—just New York, as usual. The wind tosses my hair as I walk toward my Audi, fingers curling tighter around the keys. My heels click against the pavement, each step a drumbeat of emotion I refuse to name. I slide into the driver’s seat, shut the door, and stare through the windshield.For a long moment, I just sit there. Let the noise of the street muffle into background static. Dwight's office felt like a closing chapter, the kind of ending I hadn’t prepared for, no matter how many times I told myself I was over him.I hadn't expected him to be so cold. Or to take the resignation so seriously.I shut my eyes as I recall the outburst in his conference room, a
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Ethan's POV Evening sits on my shoulders like a soaked coat—heavy, suffocating. I’ve been pacing the same strip of carpeted floor in my living room for over an hour now, waiting for a call that hasn’t come. The phone’s on the table, screen face up, and every time it lights up, I nearly twist my neck snapping around to check it. Still nothing. No message. No threat. No update.Silence.That thug should’ve called by now. Should’ve sent a text, a picture, something. Proof that the housekeeper was taken. That the job was done. I paid good money for swift execution, not radio silence.But here I am. Waiting.I rake both hands through my hair, frustration buzzing in my jaw. And underneath it, something worse—fear. Not the surface kind either. The real kind. The kind that crawls under your skin and pulses against your ribcage. The kind that knows you crossed a line too deep to walk back from.I shouldn’t have laid hands on her.My housekeeper. The annoyingly curious woman who never knew whe
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Ethan's POV The quiet in the room is different now. Not just the absence of sound—but the echo of her voice, still lingering in the air. Still lodged in my chest like a splinter I can’t dig out.I want peace. Not us. Not closure. Not you. Just peace.I let the phone slip from my hand, and it lands face down on the rug with a dull thud that sounds far away. My jaw tightens as I stare at it, throat thick, blood simmering beneath my skin. Her words keep replaying. Not just the actual words—but the tone. The exhaustion. The calm finality.She didn’t sound angry. Not entirely. She sounded done. Worn out. Like everything that came before—us, me, the mess I made—was just another anchor dragging her under. Something she needed to cut loose.And it pisses me off.Because that’s not how it’s supposed to end.I stand abruptly, tension building like a cramp in my spine, dragging both hands down my face, gripping my jaw like I could somehow knead the emotion out of me.“Fuck! I was truly losing o
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Ethan POV It’s evening now.The heavy, muted tones of twilight seep through the cracks in the blackout curtains, casting elongated shadows across the living room. I’ve been here for hours, pacing from wall to wall, the silence clinging to me like sweat. My shirt lies discarded across the back of the couch, crumpled and damp. My chest rises and falls with shallow breaths as I rub the back of my neck, sore from tension.I haven't had anything to eat since morning. All I've done is drink and drink from the bottles of scotch... Which is quite unhealthy for my kidney, but I literally don't care at this point.There’s an ache in my jaw from clenching too hard, too long as I lose myself to thoughts.The bottle of scotch is nearly empty now, rolling slightly on the edge of the coffee table each time I pass by. I don’t touch it. Not right now. My thoughts are too loud. Too frantic. And the buzz I was chasing earlier has long since faded into something harsher—paranoia. Regret. Fear.Three hou
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Dwight POVAs soon as the door clicks shut behind Leah, I don’t move.I remain seated, my hands resting on the armrests like they’re holding me down, the weight of everything she just said pressing harder than I anticipated. Her voice still echoes faintly, layered with emotion and something dangerously close to desperation. But that doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done.She wanted to return.Of all the things I expected her to say today, that wasn’t it.The absurdity of it hangs there in the quiet, as if the very walls of this office are trying to process it along with me. She walked away without a backward glance. Left a gaping hole in a system that relies on precision and control. Her absence caused more than emotional turbulence. It made people question my judgment. It made me question hers.And now she wants to come back?The leather of my chair groans when I shift, but still I don't stand. I press my thumb and forefinger against my temples, trying to rub away the ache that's g
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Felix's POV The door shuts behind Leah with a gentle click, and I remain seated, staring at the space she occupied just moments ago. There's a strange stillness in the room, as if the air itself is trying to make sense of the moment. She had come here, unprompted. She had spoken her mind with a clarity that left no room for doubt. And she had walked out with her head held high, determined to finish what she started. I find myself deeply moved—not by sentiment, but by the sheer force of her resolve.I glance down at the small stack of papers on my desk. They blur as I shift focus, my thoughts drifting elsewhere. She's more than capable. That’s what I keep circling back to. All those years of wondering if I’d done anything right with her, if I’d given her enough, shaped her enough, prepared her for the world—today proved something. Not that she’s strong. I’ve always known that. But that she’s resilient in a way that demands respect.It’s time for a call I should’ve made earlier. I reac
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Ethan's POV The morning air bites through my shirt as I shove the door closed behind me. I haven’t changed clothes since yesterday—hell, maybe even the day before. The collar of my shirt is creased, and the cuffs are stiff with old sweat. The same slacks cling to me like a second skin, and I’m sure I smell like whiskey and unwashed dreams.But I don’t care.I just needed to get out of that damn house.The walls were closing in again. Same walls, same ceiling, same silence—broken only by the ticking of a clock I should’ve smashed weeks ago. The whiskey stain on the carpet had stared mockingly at me, reminding me of my loss of self-control. Reminding me of how I'd further messed up everything.When all this blew over, what was I going to do with Maria? I couldn't have her report me to the authorities. I couldn't bear seeing my name on the news. Being described as a creep. I wasn't a creep. I wasn't an assailant or whatever choice of words Maria would tell them. I had simply lost contro
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Dwight’s POVShe hadn’t changed her perfume.That’s the first thing I noticed after Leah walked out of my office earlier. That same heady mix of vanilla and something softer—maybe jasmine—had lingered even after she was gone. I’d tried to stay cold. Professional. Detached. But the truth was, seeing her again had stirred something in my chest I hadn’t felt in a long time.It wasn’t love. Not quite. But it was close enough to sting.She hadn’t come back for me. She’d come back for the project. For herself. She had insisted on continuing—forced her way back in, even going through Felix to get it done. That kind of dedication? That kind of resolve? Damn it, I admired that.And Leah had always burned brighter than most.I rub my temple and sit straighter in my chair, the glow from my laptop casting shadows across the floor. The rest of the building is quiet, most of the remaining staff already gone for the night. Ever since the fire at the workshop, Glimmr had been running on reduced manpo
Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 103
Leah's POVThe air outside the restaurant is cooler than it was when I arrived. Crisp night wind teases at the strands of hair that slipped from the clip at the back of my head. I don't bother fixing them. I cross the street without looking back. No need to. That conversation with Uncle Gerald is already burned into my brain. His voice. His carefully chosen words. The quiet desperation he tried to hide. It lingers, echoes under my skin like a bruise waiting to darken.I flag down a cab, and it pulls up promptly. Slipping inside, I rattle off my address to the driver and sink into the seat, resting my head briefly against the window. The city blurs past, a kaleidoscope of light and motion, but none of it touches me. I’m still stuck at that table, watching his eyes flicker with guilt and fear and something else. Something I can’t name.The ride is short. I tip the driver, then make my way into my building, heels clicking against the marble floor. The doorman offers me a polite nod, and
