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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back More problems
DASHIELLPinching the bridge of my nose, I glared at my phone, wondering why I didn't ask her to take care of herself. Well, I know. It wasn't like Lilith to sound so scared, and I perceived the thoughts of someone stalking her, reminded her of her foster brother, the one her family adopted before things went awry, and he tried to rape her. “Fuck!” I gritted out, torn on what to do. I knew I should have rejected her and focused on Nova, but I couldn't do that. Even though we had broken up, I promised her I would always be there for her whenever she needed me, and the time was now. She needed me so much she had to call, to let me know she was in danger. The least I could do for her right now was to seek her out and comfort her. I plopped down on the couch and covered my face with my palms, wondering why everything was happening at the same time. A new business partner terminated the deal I was supposed to sign with their company in Morocco after I left my signing ceremony unannounced
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I will find them
I had Nova transferred to another hospital after that episode, knowing she wasn't safe. Whoever that man who attacked her was, I knew they would return. I had to keep my wife safe and away from them. I sat beside my wife's hospital bed, watching her chest rise and fall with each gentle breath. She was finally sleeping, thank goodness. The past few hours had been a blur of police reports and hospital tests, but at least she was safe now. Safe from all the stress and finally at peace. As I watched her sleep, I reached out to remove the stray strands of hair from my face. My heart ached to think that I would have lost her had I been a minute late. That man would have killed her. “I'm sorry.” I leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead before I sat back in the chair, taking her hand in mine. Deep down, I felt I was the reason for everything that had happened to her. Even though we didn't know who the attackers were or why they wanted her, I had this hunch that it had something to d
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back She's a magnet for trouble
I had a nurse keep watch over Nova before I left to visit my father. My mum had been calling non-stop for the past two hours, and I knew I couldn't delay it any longer. My eyes were bloodshot as I drove towards our family hospital. I hadn't had a good night's sleep for days, and it was already telling on me. Rubbing my eyes to have it focused on the road, I tried to keep my thoughts far from Nova. I just wanted nothing to make me turn the car around so I could return to her side like I wanted. "God,” I groaned, blinking to keep my eyes open as I reached for the coffee cup I got at the drive-in. Lilith, like my mum had been calling, and I had ignored it like I did to my mum. I just didn't have the strength to deal with her telling me how scared she was, not when I had more than enough on my plate already. It wasn't like I wouldn't visit her, I would. The problem was: that I had to sort other things out. Like getting to know how well my dad was feeling and all that. I walked into th
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A family lunch
NOVAThey discharged me two days later, allowing me to return home after two weeks of being in the hospital instead of the initial promised one week. After the attack at the hospital, Dashiell transferred me to another hospital. This time, he didn't let anyone know my location, not even his secretary. He wanted to avoid the episode he walked in on, with the man trying to strangle the sweet life out of me, something I couldn't debate. The timer went off, causing my focus to return to the present. It was noon, and I was preparing lunch for my kids. Since I was hospitalized, I have only been able to speak with them twice. I didn't call them like I promised on the day they attacked me because of how my voice sounded. Dashiell said I would only scare them off with the voice instead of quelling their worried heart, and I listened to him, knowing he had a point there.I had just switched the cooker off when the doorbell went off. "I'm coming!" I yelled, wiping my flour-covered hands on my
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A test
Nodding, River took a small plate from the table and dished some rice for him, smiling as he placed it in front of him. “My mum makes the meanest curry. Have a taste,” he urged, passing the plate of curry towards him. “But if you don't like that, you can have her egg sauce and stew. Uncle Brion prefers the mutton stew while Willow thinks the egg sauce is the best. Me? I love her curry the best!”A small smile appeared on my lips as I watched my son act like the perfect host. The little boy of years ago, who clung to me in his sleep, seemed to have grown faster than I could keep up with. I didn't even recognize him at all. “I guess I will have to taste it all.” Winking, Dashiell took a helping of the curry first, making River nod his head, his smiles wider than ever. Brion glared but didn't say a word. He kept quiet, keeping whatever he had to say to himself because of the kids, something I was grateful for. I just wasn't in the mood for another episode. “Wow. This is good!” Dashie
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back An assistant director
“She's back!” Benita nearly tackled me to the floor the moment I stepped into the office a week later. Dashiell was serious about not letting me work until he was certain I was healthy enough to do that. Yeah, I had to lie in bed for the entire week before he let me work, something I had been gritting my teeth over. It didn't help matters that Brion supported him for once, droning about my security and how much I needed to rest. It felt like they both collaborated on the matter, but I knew that couldn't be true. With their temperament, the only thing they would agree to was a duel to determine the strongest among them. “I missed you!” She added, hugging me so tight, and almost forced the life out of my body. “Girl! Don't do this to me again!” She placed her head on my chest, acting like a baby. Of course, that was what she was, a baby. “I'm back now, aren't I?” I smiled at her. Though we had times we disagreed on something and moments when her childish ways got to me, I couldn't t
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You deserve more than this
The room erupted into murmurs and disbelieving glances. Dashiell's expression remained neutral. I could see how nonchalant he was about this. He must have thought over this for a long time before bringing it out like this.A shareholder, Mr. Johnson, spoke up. “Mr James, we weren't aware of this change. You specifically said you didn't desire an assistant. Why change now? Can you explain?” He asked, his gaze flickering to me for a moment before it returned to Dashiell. I didn't need to be in their hearts to know what they were thinking at the moment. Being a woman, most of them might think he only gave me this position because I slept with him. As if I wanted the position. Had he spoken about this before calling me, I wouldn't have honoured his invitation. Now, it seemed I only had to watch while they decided, trying not to cause any major issues. Dashiell's smile was charming. He didn't seem fazed by their side talks, his gaze as pleasurable as ever as he laced his fingers. “Miss N
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Giving him the reins
I was in a daze throughout the day. I wanted to argue, to tell him he had no right to say those words to me, but I couldn't shake off how genuine he sounded when he looked at me, barring his soul, so I could see how well he meant by what he was doing. Not for the first time, he made me feel guilty, knowing I was playing with his feelings while he wasn't doing the same. He was trying to be the best lover ever, but I realized it wasn't my fault. He made me feel this way about him, and it was his payback. Now that I had gotten his love and a share in his company, I knew it was time for me to step up the game. Having that in mind, I decided to make our last sexual encounter the best for him, knowing it would be the last time I ever got intimate with him. I thought about it for a long time before choosing the scene. Dashiell stood nervously over the counter, looking at me. He tried to avoid my gaze, but couldn't do that, not with how I leaned on the counter, pushing my breasts out.His
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It seemed like the Nova who was acting like a saint downstairs, the one who cared about his health and wanted to take things slow, had been transformed. In her place was one who didn't care at all about anything else but getting her pleasure. My panties were soaking wet already, my pussy throbbing, eager to get down and dirty with him. I doubt I would be down to anything else that didn't include getting on my back with him between my legs, pleasuring me as if his life depended on it. The palm that was on my breasts drifted down. My breath stopped as he slid his hand into my panties. I was wet and ready for him. My responsiveness should have scared me, but it didn't. I didn't even think of how odd it was that I stayed for five years without being touched by another man, only for me to start feeling this damned aroused after just a month without his touch. Had he somehow made me a slave to his passion? I'd heard stories like this, but never thought someone would make a woman love them
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Lust craze
“Fuck, Nova,” he growled, his voice getting deeper and sexier. I loved it. Everything about him was so tempting. I didn't think I would ever feel that way for him, but here we were, years after we got married, finally in love with each other. Back when I left the country, I never imagined such a day would come, but it seemed I was wrong all along. I rubbed my fist from the tip to the bottom, still looking at him. Even though his eyes were shut, I loved staring at his face, to know his expression. It was my way of knowing if he was getting into this like I was. I repeated the action once more, running my tongue around the tip of his dick, sucking it in. He groaned, cursing under his breath. Smiling around his dick, I wrapped my fists around him, stroking from the tip to the bottom. His scent, so musky and delicious, aroused me. I was wet and ready to have him make love to me as he promised, but at that moment, I needed to feel him in my mouth, take him deeper until he came. I wanted
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I can do it
I bit my lower lip, peering up at him through my lashes. I felt the flush go from my neck to my cheeks the more intense his gaze became, like he was staring into my soul, seeking answers I couldn't give with my mouth. He reached over to me and rubbed his thumb on my lower lips, his gaze fixed on mine. “What should we do, Nova?” His whispered voice washed through my body like a balm, reaching deep into my spirit. “You are sick,” was all I could manage to say. “You can't —”“It doesn't mean I can't satisfy you, Nova. My legs are yet to heal, but that didn't mean I can't pleasure you, can't make you moan my name as your pussy clamp down on my dick.”My breath hitched in my throat at his words. Gulping, I peered into his eyes. I didn't know how to respond to those words, to the desires swirling deep in his gaze as he placed his hand under my jaw and lifted my gaze towards him. “Dashiell —”“Do you want this just as I do?” He whispered, his breath fanning my face as he came closer. The w
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I enjoy being wrapped around her finger
Brion was discharged three days later. Unlike the past few days, he could stand now without being tired or helped. The doctors believe he will recover well at home. After getting discharged, I took him and the kids back home. Dashiell was still getting treatments. They would have discharged him with Brion had it not been for his legs. The doctors wanted to keep him in the hospital for a week more, to check on his recovery. I just prayed everything would work out perfectly. Two weeks later, I drove him back home. Amaya came over to stay in the hospital with him so I could return to work. We had been gone for days, and the shareholders were making snide remarks about it, so I had to return to take care of the office while he recovered. The past few weeks have been a busy one for me. There were piles of work waiting on my desk for me when I returned, and I had to also combine it with Dashiell's. Had it not been for Benita's help, I would have drowned in work. She was such a darling, h
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You are safe now
The doctor removed the IV drip before I could visit Dashiell. Ben led me by the hand, keeping me steady as he took me over to the room. Brion and the kids hadn't been alerted yet, so they didn't know we were back. My phone was off, so I hadn't gotten a call from him — yet. However, I knew it was only a matter of time before he called the police to report about me.The moment I opened the door, my eyes locked with that of a shocked man. Emerald eyes bore into mine the second I stepped into the room. "Nova?” He whispered, his voice shaky. He looked like he was imagining me because he lifted his right index and rubbed furiously on his eyes before it landed on me. “You are real?”I nodded, as tears rolled down my eyes. Dashiell was a shell of himself. Just a few days in captivity, and he had gotten so lean, I hardly recognized him. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and his cheekbones jutted out sharply. I was frozen, staring at my lover, and imagining how much he had suffered to l
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Finally
When I came to, I was lying on a bed. The scent of disinfectant in the room made me realize where I was. I slowly sat up, grimacing at the pain in my arm. I had a bandage wrapped around my biceps, one that was stained with blood.The monitor next to me beeped as if it could sense my discomfort. Wincing, I leaned on the bed as I looked around the empty room. From the looks of it, Ben took me to the clinic I left Brion in. Heaving out a breath, I closed my eyes as images of the last time I was awake assaulted me. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Snapping my eyes open, I looked towards it as it opened and Ben stepped in. “Thank God you are awake,” he said as he walked over to my bed and sat beside me, relief etched on his face. “Welcome back. You've been out for hours.”"Hours?" rubbed my temples, trying to clear the fog. “What of Gabriella?”“Dead. You did a pretty good number on her. The police have agreed to rule it out as self-defence. As she was an offender, it's not
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You won't hurt anyone again
“Where is Dashiell?” I asked after a few seconds, still wondering why she hadn't attacked me. I figured all it would take was a little talk before we get down to business. “Dashiell?” She made a face at that before a knowing smirk took over. Getting up, she glanced towards the stairs, which seemed like it had seen better days. The stairs didn't look like they would last for another year before caving in. Just like the rest of the house, it was dying — most times, I always believed houses were entities. She snapped her fingers and three men appeared from a door behind where she stood, their chest bare, showing off muscles that must have taken years to build. My heart skipped as I gripped the pistol in my hoodie tighter. I knew it was about time for the fight. But I doubt I could take the men on. Gabriella alone? I could. “Do you assume the gun you hid in your hoodie will help you, darling?” She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the sides. "How?" I was dumbstruck by the question. “How
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back His stepsister
It looked just like the place someone as shady as Zoey would be. As I approached, I noticed the overgrown yard and weeds sprouting through cracks in the pavement. Nature had reclaimed the property, wrapping vines around the porch pillars. I slowed my pace, my senses on high alert. Something felt off. Though Ben's hidden presence reassured me, my heart continued to thud like a bass drum in my chest. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the porch, the wooden boards groaning beneath my feet. The door creaked as I pushed it open, and I called out, “I'm here.” My voice echoed through the empty corridor. At first, nothing happened, until I heard a rather familiar voice asking me to come forward. I looked back at the place Ben was likely hiding in before I fully stepped in and closed the falling door. I shivered as I walked forward, guided by the dim lighting in the hallway before I arrived in the sitting room. A figure sat perched on one of the sofas, the minute I walked in. “Hell
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back It will end today
I got dressed for the operation. We didn't return to the hospital because I didn't think it was necessary. Brion would undoubtedly try to talk me out of my plans, which was why I didn't attempt a return there, not until we had gotten everything sorted. Today, I vowed, would be the day I bring Dashiell back home. He had stayed too long with Zoey. It was time for him to return, to his home, to me and the kids.“Ready?” Ben turned to me, lifting a brow, when I stepped out of the motel I checked into to change out of my clothes. I had a bulletproof vest under a hoodie.To cover my guns, I stuffed them into the pockets of my hoodie, waiting until I got an excellent location to conceal them. “Ready,” I confirmed, adjusting my hoodie to ensure the bulletproof vest wasn't visible. “Well, as ready as I can, for a dangerous mission,” I added with a smile. Though I was feeling as nervous as hell, and it felt like my heart was about to leap from my chest, I acted like I was okay. Yeah, perfectly
