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Only Regrets Chapter 33
The Grand Ballroom at the upscale hotel is buzzing with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses as we enter, shimmering with soft lighting and elegant decor. As I feel someone's intense gaze on me, my eyes look for the person, and instantaneously land on Mr. Ethan Wilson, adorned in a black tuxedo, black shirt—the first three buttons are open—paired with black leather shoes, along with his silver cross pendant in his neck and analog watch as always; and his wavy deep brown long hair falling on his face, shining in the soft lighting. Small silver rings gleam from his earlobe. His mouth opens, locking his eyes with mine. He's stunned by seeing me. My own body responds to his gaze, my breathing increasing. Why does he show up everywhere I go? Does he follow me or something like that? The more I look into his dark brown eyes, the more I get lost. These eyes scream how much he wants to have me, and it threatens me everytime, the desire in his eyes that demands to be sati
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Jason leaves my hand in a hurry, while I turn quickly to see Aiden, forgetting about the pain I have felt a few seconds ago. His brows have furrowed seeing me with Jason. Choking with emotions, I step towards him. “Aiden, Belle was just talking to me. We were not doing anything intimate,” Jason murmurs, like an innocent asshole. Pressing my teeth, I turn to Jason, a wave of disgust washes over me. “What! What did you say?” “I am telling him that we were just talking,” Jason says, a bitter smile spreads on his face. Truly disgusting. I understand very well what he wants to do. I turn back to Aiden. His icy glare is piercing my soul. “Aiden, you believe me. Right? Listen…” Before I can complete my sentence, he turns and leaves from there, not uttering a single word to me. My outrage grows more, as Jason's evil chuckle passes through my ears. Storming towards Jason, I land a wild slap on his cheek again, leaving my hand’s imprint on his cheek, and kick on his knee. And t
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“Who made you cry?” Ethan asks, his brows furrowing in worry. I don't want to tell him anything, otherwise he'll try to give me his shoulder to cry on, just like guys do every time. I understand the cunningness of boys very well. They can do anything to impress girls. Even if Aiden has hurt me, I still don't allow any guy—to give me his shoulder to lean on, or to cry on. “Not your business,” saying, I step forward to go, but he holds on to my wrist from behind. I wince in pain at his touch and turn to him, as he grasps the same wrist Jason has grasped before. He leaves my wrist quickly and holds on to my palm instead—of the same hand—raising it upwards in the air. My mouth drops open, as I examine the marks on my wrist closely, the small cuts where the nails have broken my skin, and tiny beads of blood dripping out from these cuts, staining the hand and the floor with dark, crimson spots. Ethan's jaw tightens, clenching his fist tightly. “Who did this to you?” he growls, in
Only Regrets Chapter 36
Pulling the airpods from my ears, I step towards Ethan, trembling and sweating in fear. Jason's loud cries echo across the dark room. He falls on his knees. His whole face is bruised badly. I can't even imagine how painful that would be. “Ethan, what the hell did you do to him? Have you lost your mind? Do you really not feel scared of anyone?” I scream, my chest moving up and down, fuming with rage. Ethan doesn't say anything to me. Sitting on the sofa, Ethan reaches for a cigarette and a lighter; pressing the cigarette between his lips, he lits it up with shaky hands. The first drag is deep, the smoke filling his lungs as he tries to steady himself. His eyes are hard, unyielding, still fuming in rage, fixed on Jason. The cigarette trembles slightly between his fingers as he exhales, the smoke curling around him like the remnants of his fury. “Ethan, you are still silent. Seriously!” I growl. “Jason, from now on, Belle is your sister. What is she?” he asks, glaring into Jason's e
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Settling me on the passenger seat, Ethan shuts the car's door and walks around the driver seat. As he sits on the driver's seat, he starts the engine and drives away from there. “Where are you taking me now?” I ask. “At the hospital,” he says, averting his gaze to me. “It's not a big wound.” “It is. I can't let you go to the dorm like this. Your hand, your feet…both are stained in blood,” he states. I give up on fighting further, as I'm already tired from today's drama. My whole life has become a drama all of a sudden. Everyday feels like I'm the main character of a dramatic movie. I don't know what more things will happen to me in future. I'm not prepared for any traumatic experience. Jesus! Please, let my life go back as it used to be. As we reach the nearby hospital, Ethan takes me in his arms again. He enters the hospital along with me, and everyone's gaze shifts on us. They are making me uncomfortable. “Ethan, I can walk. Everyone's staring at us,” I whisper in his ear
Only Regrets Chapter 38
Sitting on the chair in Central park, I'm reading a book, or I should say that I'm just staring at the pages, because I'm unable to focus on reading. For the last two days, I've just been waiting for Aiden's call or a text. Neither he called nor sent a text to me. Does he not even care about me anymore? It has never happened in our six months of relationship that he doesn't call me after our fight. I've not eaten anything in these two days. I don't feel like eating anything at all. I feel so weak, my limbs feel heavy and uncooperative. Emotionally, I'm on the edge—a mix of sadness, anxiety, and a strange numbness that has made it hard to focus on anything other than Aiden. Just then, my phone starts buzzing; glancing at the phone screen, tears brim in my eyes as soon as I see Aiden's caller ID. On one hand, I'm dying to talk to him; on the other hand, I don't even want to pick up his call. Struggling between the inner turmoil, I pick up Aiden's call a second time, but don't utt
Only Regrets Chapter 39
To my surprise, my phone starts ringing. It's an unknown number. Picking up the call, I fly the phone to my ear. “Sit inside the car,” the voice comes from the other side. “Who's that?” “Mr. Ethan Wilson…your soon to be husband.” “What the fuck is that? Are you giving me an order?” “No. I'm kidnapping you. You're unofficially kidnapped Miss Dubois,” he declares, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “What! I'm kidnapped. Are you out of your mind? You can't kidnap me. I won't sit inside the car,” I shout at him. “Emily was there with you in the park. Right? I'm sure you haven't seen her for a long time,” he says. My temples tense in worry now. Yes. I was here with Emily. Due to my heartache, I completely forgot about her. I should look for her. “Don't need to look for her, Belle. She's safe for now, but won't be for a long time if you don't sit inside the car…now,” he states. My eyes widen and my jaw drops. Is he telling the truth or just pranking with me? One second.
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When I step into Ethan's penthouse along with Alex, Colin, and Sam, I'm immediately struck by its size, luxury, and elegance. The large windows give a breathtaking view of New York City, with skyscrapers glittering in the evening light. The living room is spacious, everything in dark or black colors, a sleek—black leather couch along with a glass coffee table. As I walk further in, I see Ethan cooking, in a kitchen with black appliances and a marble countertop with dark veining. Ethan's friends settle themselves on the dining table's seats. “Bro, sister-in-law is here,” Alex screams aloud. Why are they calling me sister-in-law? What nonsense! Ethan glances up into my eyes, but I roll my eyes. I can't stand this person for a single second, and I'm here at his penthouse now. What misery. “Sit down, Belle,” Ethan says, stepping around the dining table, placing the dishes he has cooked. “You kidnapped me. Why don't you tie me now?” I mock him. His jaw tightens, glaring into my eye
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The next day, overwhelmed by the realization that the boy from Corsica is actually Ethan, I decide to leave Sofia. I head to Corsica, hoping to relive the feelings and memories from my childhood, to see if they can help me understand the emotions that have been haunting me.The waves gently lap at the shore as I sit alone on the familiar sand of Ajaccio Beach, the place where our story began. The sun is setting, casting the sky in a warm, orange glow, but all I can feel is the cold emptiness in my heart, all I feel is the heavy weight of unanswered questions pressing down on me.I close my eyes, and in my mind, I can see Ethan sitting beside me, just like we used to. I lean my head on his shoulder, feeling the familiar comfort of his presence, even if it’s only in my imagination.“Why, Ethan?” I whisper, my voice trembling with the ache in my heart. “Why did you leave me waiting all these years? Why didn’t you come back for me?”Tears spill over, sliding down my cheeks as I continue,
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I fold the letter and slip it into an envelope, carefully writing ‘A Letter I'll Never Give to Ethan’ on the front. I place the envelope in the book Beauty and the Beast, alongside the first rose Ethan gave me, the one I have pressed between the pages. With a deep sigh, I shut the book, trying to push away the lingering sadness.Just then, my phone rings. I answer, and my heart skips a beat when I hear it's a modeling contract offer.“Hello, Belle?” a voice on the other end says. “We’re thrilled to inform you that your first major modeling contract has been finalized. You’ll be featured on a billboard in Paris.”My eyes widen in disbelief. Paris—the city where fashion dreams come true—is where my face will be showcased. The excitement and pride swell inside me as I thank the caller and hang up, my mind racing with the reality of this incredible milestone.As soon as I hang up, tears well up in my eyes. This is my first major contract, a clear sign that my hard work is paying off. Over
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Ethan looks more grown-up now. If I'm twenty, he might be twenty one, I guess. He looks more like a man than the teenage boy I remember. He still has that same cold, intense look in his dark brown eyes and his jaw remains tight, just like before. But now, these expressions are framed by a more mature face. Seeing Ethan taking slow, deliberate steps toward me, my heart begins to pound so hard that I can hear it echoing in my ears. Everything around us fades away, leaving just the two of us, lost in each other’s gaze. I can’t move, can’t think—only feel the magnetic pull between us growing stronger with each step he takes. “Are you really here?” I whisper, as he finally reaches me, my voice trembling with disbelief.“Yes, I’m here,” he replies softly, his eyes shimmering with tears.Tears brim in my eyes as I lock my eyes with his. “I don't believe it,” I mumble. Seeing him here now feels like a dream I don’t want to wake up from. “I'm imagining you.”It has been two years since we sa
Only Regrets Chapter 101
It has been two years since I left New York City and Ethan behind. Now, at twenty, my life has changed dramatically. I’m thriving as a model, spending long days and nights on my modeling career. Photoshoots, fashion shows, and casting calls fill my calendar, leaving little room for anything else. When I'm not modeling, I'm handling my father's hotels and resorts businesses, trying to prove myself in a world that demands so much. It feels amazing, earning money by myself at this young age. In the whirlwind of responsibilities and ambitions, I've almost forgotten about love. Due to my busy schedule, I've completely let go of the idea of relationships and dating now. Two years have passed, and my shoulder-length hair—that had once been trimmed by Aiden—now falls comfortably to my mid-back. While it’s not as long as it was before, it has grown out beautifully, mirroring the changes and growth in my own life.I had been taking my medications and therapy sessions for schizophrenia as well,
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The journey back to Sofia feels like a blur. I sit in the private jet with my father, staring out the window but seeing nothing. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Ethan, the pain of our separation pricking my heart. Once we land, I retreat into the familiarity of our mansion, but it offers no comfort. Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months, yet the ache remains. I isolate myself, shutting out the world and everyone in it. My parents are frustrated with my demeanor, especially my mother, who doesn’t understand why I’ve stopped caring about everything I once loved.In the solitude of my room, time seems to stretch endlessly. I spend hours staring out the window, feeling no shift in my own heart. The walls of my room, once comforting, now feel like a cage. Every object, every corner, reminds me of Ethan, of what we had, and what I’ve lost. And Ethan's hallucinations make it even harder to forget about him. “Belle, you need to get out of this house,” my mother snaps one day from
Only Regrets Chapter 99
As graduation day approaches, the excitement that usually accompanies the end of high school is overshadowed by a deep sense of melancholy. I’ve spent the past few days packing up my belongings, preparing to leave the dorm that has been my home for these formative years. Every item I pack feels like a piece of my past being sealed away, and the act of boxing up my life brings an unexpected weight to my chest.The day arrives with its usual pomp and ceremony. The campus is filled with graduates in their caps and gowns, the air buzzing with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. The graduation ceremony itself is a blur of speeches and applause. I’m called up to receive my diploma, a moment that should have been filled with pride and joy. Instead, it’s tinged with sadness, as I feel the weight of everything that has happened. The graduation ceremony is also the final chance to see everyone before we all go our separate ways. Friends and acquaintances gather for one last hurrah. The atmosphe
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I push open the heavy wooden doors of the church, the familiar creak echoing softly through the quiet space. I walk down the aisle, my footsteps muted by the worn carpet, and make my way to my usual spot—a solitary pew in the corner.The church is dimly lit, shimmering with a soft glow from the candles flickering by the altar. I sit down, feeling the weight of my heart pressing heavily on my chest. I bow my head, folding my hands in my lap, and let out a shuddering breath."God, it’s me again," I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. "I’m not sure how to start this conversation. I don’t even know where to begin."I close my eyes, trying to steady my racing thoughts. Ethan’s face flashes in my mind, and my tears begin to fall, tracing hot lines down my cheeks."I don’t understand why things had to end this way. I wanted so much more. I thought we had a chance, a real chance to be happy together."I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me."He said he loved me, but I
Only Regrets Chapter 97
Ethan comes running behind me, asking me to stop for a second. As I keep on walking on the road, my vision blurs by the car headlights. I'm too lost in my thoughts to notice the car speeding towards me. Suddenly, I feel a strong hand grab my arm, pulling me back just in time."Belle, what the hell are you doing?" Ethan yells, his voice filled with panic and anger.I can hardly breathe, my heart pounding from the close call. I look up at him, and his eyes are filled with a mixture of relief and fury. My mind feels like it’s spinning, and I can’t tell what’s real or just a trick of my mind. Everything around me seems to blur, and I feel disconnected from my own thoughts. It’s like I’m trapped in a fog, struggling to understand what’s happening.I'm just done with my life. The schizophrenia makes it hard to define for me what's real or what's hallucination. I've literally gone mad. It would be better if I would have bumped into that car. Why did he pull me back?“Why the hell are you he
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As he kisses and touches me, his hands roam possessively over my body. I gasp, feeling overwhelmed and exposed.“Ethan, it's enough,” I whisper against his lips.“No, it's not. I want more of you, sweetheart,” he whispers, his voice raw with desire. "What if someone enters and sees me like this?" I ask, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire. “I don't want anyone else seeing me in this semi nude form.”“You’re mine, Belle,” he murmurs, his voice low and possessive. “Every part of you is mine, and only mine. If anyone else dares to see what’s meant for me alone, I’ll make sure they regret it.”He looks at me with a fierce, possessive glare. "If anyone dares to see you like this," he growls, his voice dripping with intensity, "I'II make that person blind. No one can dare to take a glimpse of your naked form until I'm breathing. No one means no one.”Hearing Ethan's words, my heart pounds in my chest. The intensity in his voice, the fierce protectiveness in his eyes—it sends a
