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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back
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“What are you going to do with him? Take him back???" Brion demanded, his gaze incredulous. "Take him back?" I scoffed, a smirk coming over my face as I stared at the picture in my hand. "I have no plans to do that, BRION. I want him to fall for me, then push him down like he did to me. I want to make him feel the pain I passed through in his hands." I got to my feet and threw the picture on the floor. "It's time he dances to the tune of his music," I gritted out as I stomped hard on the picture. *** A loveless marriage wasn't part of Nova's plans for the future, but a one-night stand with a stranger changed her life forever. Bound to a man, who only saw her as a means to an end, Nova tried to salvage the relationship. However, things spiralled out of control with the return of his ex-girlfriend, and first love, and the realization that Nova was pregnant. Her life was threatened, but she survived with the help of her secret admirer, who took care of her for five years until she was ready to stand on her feet. However, a business deal took her back to the country she left years ago. With her return, Nova was ready to prove to the world that she didn't need her ex-husband by her side, but Dashiell was desperate. Knowing how much he loved her, he was reluctant to let go. But Nova wasn't ready to take him back, not until she had made him experience the heartache of those years ago.
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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Come over tonight
DASHIELL My phone rang the moment I stepped out of the office as if the caller was keeping tabs on me, waiting for me to leave the office. After Nova left, I returned to my work and buried my head in the workload, not thinking of anything until I had completed all my tasks, and that meant staying back to work way behind the normal closing time. There was no need for me to hurry home. Nova wasn't returning that night. She told me she would spend the night with her babies, and that damned Brion, a reason I focused on work, so I could take my mind off them. I didn't want my thoughts to keep filtering towards Nova and Brion. I knew she wouldn't cheat. That wasn't something Nova would do. It wasn't like her to do it. Fishing my phone out of my pocket, a frown marred my features when I saw who it was. I contemplated answering the call until she called for the second time. Puffing out a breath and getting my mind ready, I answered it. “Lils?” I kept my voice as pleasant as I could,
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Someone tampered with it
“It was tampered with,” Brion said, walking over to me. “You were right. Someone toyed with the routing wires and cables. And before you ask about the CCTV, I checked it, but we couldn't find anything. You parked your car out of range of the camera, so it didn't capture anything.” He plopped down next to me, placing his bag on the table. “Impossible,” I muttered, sitting up on the couch. “How did…. Why?” Hearing that someone tampered with my car when I went to have lunch left me speechless. I couldn't even think of the proper question to ask. “That's what I'm worried about.” He reached out and removed strands of hair from my face. “Is there anyone you suspect? Someone you think did this?” He stared into my eyes, his gaze unwavering. “We can't just brush this out as nothing. For someone to tail you, and toy with your car, they must have planned this.” “That's the problem.” I got up from the couch and paced the floors, biting my right index finger as I thought back to everything th
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Someone tampered with my car
My food arrived 10 minutes after I placed the order, and I hurriedly ate it while checking the time. The last thing I needed was to arrive at their school late. I wanted to avoid getting my ears chewed by my babies, who always complained about how late I was to pick them up. They loved it whenever Brion picked them up because he was always on time. Not only that, but he takes them to get an ice cream each time. And that right there was the main reason. Unlike Brion, I hardly take them out to get ice cream unless I promised them prior to picking them up.I exited the restaurant after tipping the server and security man by the door, humming as I walked over to my car. I still had 10 minutes to rush over to their school. Having eaten for 30 minutes, I had to use 5 minutes to rest. Close to my car, I noticed something odd. There were handprints on the side of my door like someone leaned over it. Puzzled, I squatted in front of it, as my hand instinctively went to the tyre. I checked to s
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I thought we were friends
"You are right." He nodded, passing my phone back. "I thought little about the venue when I picked it. Being in the city centre, it was the first choice because of the distance between the hotel and the company. I didn't consider the impact on the theme. This is the right choice. How did you come up with such an outstanding place?" He sounded proud, his eyes sparkling as he smiled at me. "You are a damned genius, Nova. The best in the entire world.""I didn't do that." I forced a smile. "That was all Benita. Though I noticed how flashy the hotel you chose would be, I wasn't the one who suggested the hotel in the countryside. She did."I have never been comfortable taking praise meant for another person. Letting him know it was Benita who brought the idea was the least I could do for my friend. "Oh, Benita." He had a bite of his fries, his face in a thought frown. "Why didn't she present it to me when she noticed it? Why go through you?" He looked confused, his face morphing further a
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back How the mighty has fallen
NOVA“Yes, that will be all for today.” I got up from my chair, smiling at them. “If you have questions, you can visit my office anytime. I will be open to any discussion. Especially designs,” I added with a chuckle. "I love those." Brion always joked that I lived for it.“I do have one.” Benita got up and walked over to me. “I still don't understand this.” She gestured to her tablet. “Mr Dashiell approved of this site. Don't you think it won't go well with the theme? I believe it's too extravagant. It will make everything seem too flashy.” She made a face at that. "We don't need anything like that, not with the emerald green accent." Nodding, I took the tablet from her and scrolled through the pictures of the venue. She had pictures of the hall and the entire building. “True. This won't go.” Benita wasn't the only one who thought about the venue. I figured I would leave the others to point it out. Who would have guessed Benita was the only one who would do that? I bet none of them
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You can marry her if you want
Her response confused me. “Why will marrying Nova make me repeat your mistakes? It makes little sense. No matter how I view it, I can't see any connection between the two of them.” Heaving out a sigh, she walked around my desk and got to the chair opposite mine, where she sat down gracefully, crossing her legs. I would have scoffed at how she was acting, but I knew this came naturally to her. She was born to a model mother who taught her how to act from a young age. This was why, when she left the legal world, she got more than enough model gigs with good payments. It was a pity she rejected them all for my dad. See? Most times, her story made it difficult for me to blame her for being a negligent mother. I could understand why she acted that way with me, opting to be like a stepmother instead of an actual mom. She gave up more than she wanted, just to marry a man who didn't love her. “You need to be with the one who loves you, Dashiell, not the one who wants to use you for
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back She's not the one for you
DASHIELL She was punishing me, I can tell. Even though she claimed she wasn't, Nova was getting back at me for what I did five years ago. Each time we slept together, she would leave the room. She never stayed after it, even when I begged to cuddle with her. She was clear about it. Sleeping with me was just scratching an itch for her. She forbade me from entering her room. She had a rule. We only slept together whenever she felt like it, and even at that, she always decided where and when. It was just like the time when we first lived together. To top it all, she made me promise never to reveal our relationship to our workers. She didn't want anyone aside from those who knew about us before to be aware of our affair. I couldn't argue about it. She emphasized that she would leave me should I question all the rules she gave, and I wasn't ready to let that happen. I was torn. Getting her back was the thing I wanted more than anything else, but now that I had her back, I perceived
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Is this an act of revenge?
NOVAI never thought I'd be back in this situation, living with my ex-husband again. But here I was, trying to make the best of it. Last night was…interesting. We gave in to our desires, and I have to admit, it felt good to be close to someone again. But as soon as it was over, I knew I couldn't stay in his arms. I couldn't pretend like everything was okay between us. This was all a ploy. I just wished to let him have a taste of all he put me through years ago. Last night was just the start of it. Even though I didn't see his expression when I left his room last night, there was no doubt he was heartbroken. I knew he would be because that was how I felt years ago when he left me each night after having sex with me. Back then, he treated me like a sex toy he could fuck whenever he wished. I got out of bed, yawning, as I checked the time. I still had something to do. Though I took an off for the day because I planned to visit Mama Kaka's grave, I still had some work to complete. Not
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back An empty feeling
I slowly pulled my still throbbing cock from her depths. Looking down, I watched a trickle of her cum dribble from her pussy and down the crack of her arse. She shivered, her gaze searching mine. Though her eyes were hard, almost like she had some thoughts bottled up, I knew it did not satisfy her with what we had just done. I got down from the couch, carried her up, and took her to the bathroom. I wanted to take her to her room, but she shook her head and asked me to carry her to mine, a place I was more than willing to take her into. Ever since she returned to the house, she always stayed in her room. She had never stepped foot into mine. I bathed her, and brought her back to the bed, thinking she would rest after what we did, but she didn't seem like she wanted that. Like I noticed earlier in the parlour, she didn't seem content with what we did. I didn't either. A quickie had never been enough for me, and that was what we just had a quickie. One of my best, Mind you. Wordlessl
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