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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 I have emptied the bottles of Scotch and worn a hole into the floor from my constant pacing. My head throbs painfully and my stomach rumbles from time to time, but I don't do anything about it. I refuse to. Not until the housekeeper is kept under lock and key. A minute later, the phone vibrates against the glass of the side table, its tremor cutting through the otherwise silent room. It’s a number I recognize—a burner line, one I’d designated for only one person. The thug.I pick up without a greeting. “What?”There’s a brief pause, then the gruff voice on the other end says, “What’s the next move?”"You got her?""Yes." The thug replies almost reluctantly. "Your friend's people helped.""They had to step in since you couldn't do the job. Don't disappoint me again, boy." I snap, my voice colder than ice I rub my temple with my free hand, already feeling the familiar tension tightening behind my eyes. “Take her to the old place. Same one we used before.” The thug knows
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Leah’s POV The email comes in just after 9 a.m.—a crisp, no-frills message from HR with the subject line: Immediate Resumption – Glimmr Project Office. There’s no warm welcome. No “we’re glad to have you back.” Just a directive and a timestamp: report to your office by 8 a.m. Sharp.The letter is signed by the Head of Human Resources.I stare at the screen, heart thudding in a rhythm that feels far more victorious than anxious.This—this is what I wanted. Not the cold email, though. Not the silent return. But the chance. The opportunity to finish what I started. To fix what I had broken as a result of being unable to manage my emotions.The task had been eventful. I should never have allowed Dwight's actions—or inactions in this case—to dictate my own actions. I shouldn't have dignified his nonchalance like that. But I did. And I was returning to fix that.I think of Father and all the ways he's trying to compensate for his absence and emotional unavailability. Even though there are
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Gerald’s POVI find her name too often on my tongue lately.Leah.She’s always had that impossible mix of fire and finesse. Sharp like her mother, unbending like my brother Felix. And yet, for all the steel in her spine, there’s something else in her now. Something heavier. Like she’s learned to stop waiting for the world to be kind. Like she’s building something of her own from the ashes left behind by others.And maybe, deep down, that’s what gnaws at me most. That I played a part in burning it all down.I rub at the ache behind my brow, exhaling through my nose. The room is quiet, save for the soft click of the old clock by the bar. I stare at my phone for a long while before finally picking it up. I shouldn’t call. I know that. But Ethan’s unraveling faster than I can contain, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep him from doing something reckless.Leah’s number rings twice.Then, her voice—warm, breathless, casual like we speak every day. “Uncle Gerald?”I blink. The softne
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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
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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
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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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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
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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
Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 105
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
Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back Chapter 104
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
