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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Mama Kaka is no more
All the blood drained from my face. My heart skipped a beat, only for it to thump loudly in my chest. Clenching my fists, I tried to regain my breathing, but it was difficult for me. “They are my children, right?” He demanded, his voice getting harder. “You lied to me, Nova. You told me they weren't bloody mine! You made me think my babies were dead!” “And?” I folded my arms, glaring at him. “Even if they are yours, what will you do? Accuse me for keeping you from your kids? Fight legally for kids you wanted to bloody get rid of?!” I was stunned by my outburst, but I masked it. The anger I felt at the moment overshadowed my fear. “Why are you acting like you care when you don't? We bother to know how you feel about them!” I yelled at him, finally letting all my bottled emotions out. "You are a bloody hypocrite, Dashiell!" “What the hell are you talking about?” He took a step back, gulping as he watched me with narrowed eyes. “Why are you accusing me of something I didn't do? Why
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A visit to the cemetery
After filling them in on who Mama Kaka was, I went over to sign them out, before I took them towards my car. Willow got her lollipop while they took River's drawing to paste on the wall after getting my permission. I wanted to refuse but saw how much River's eyes sparkled at their offer, which was why I let them have it. After all, I had more than enough of his paintings hanging on my wall. If I needed more, I would just ask him to draw one for me to paste on our wall, to show off to any who might visit us. “Are we using your car or mine?” Dashiell asked when we walked over to him. He drew away from his car, smiling as he glanced towards my babies, who shyly waved at him. "I will drive my kids. We will follow your car,” I said, not missing a beat. There was no use thinking about it. He looked disappointed. I could tell he wanted to be in the same car with us. However, he didn't protest about it. Nodding, he walked over to his car while I helped my kids in and buckled them up for
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I will fight for custody
I stayed there for close to one hour, and by the time I left, my eyes were puffy and my throat dry. Talking became painful for me. I drove back to the house, while Dashiell returned to wherever he had in mind. He knew I needed a moment to myself, and didn't strike up any conversation with me. He just let me be. At home, I left the kids with Mara and retired to my room, so I could cry to my heart's content without being disturbed. I plopped down on the bed and closed my eyes, letting everyone wash over me. …. I took a leave from work to avoid being bombarded with questions. I looked like a zombie. My eyes were bloodshot, and the dark circles around my eyes were alarming. Having stayed up all night, thinking back to the precious time I spent with Mama Kaka, I barely had sufficient rest. I slept at the crack of dawn, but it wasn't enough to soothe my soul. After I had my bath and an ice cream, I felt good. Even though the weight of Mama Kaka's death was still there, I felt lighter.
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I will return to your house
“No.” My voice wavered a bit, but I still kept my gaze as expressionless as I could, watching him and waiting for him to haul more words at me. “You don't deserve to be in their life. You don't deserve my kids. You are not worthy of being their father!” I yelled at him. “Not worthy?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Tell me, Nova, why are you hell-bent on keeping the kids from me? Why can't you just let me be with them? I know I wasn't the best when we were together, but that doesn't mean I haven't realized my mistakes. I'm willing to do anything you want as long as you will go back with me. I will make sure I treat you well.” “Then get out of my life.” I gestured towards the door. "You said you would do anything I asked of you, right? then leave. Forget about the kids. Forget you know who I am. Leave me alone." “You realize I can't do that. I spent five years without you and my babies. I don't want to miss any more time. Please, Nova. Give me this chance.” He joined his hands as he
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Brion's confession
“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. “What if he has a trick up his sleeves? How do you propose to work against someone like him?!” Brion yelled at me. “This is dangerous, Nova. I'm not letting you do this. You are not going anywhere near that man. If he wants to fight for legal custody of the kids, I can fight him with my resources. I don't want you to get hurt because of him!” “I know what I'm doing.” I plopped down on the couch. “I have thought about this. It's the only way for me to get back at him.”This was the only t
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Are you seducing me?
DASHIELLI should be happy, right? Having her in my house was supposed to make me happy, but I cousin help thinking of my kids. Having them with another man who isn't me didn't sit well with me. Even though Nova told me I could visit them whenever I wanted, I felt it wasn't enough for me. I needed to be close to them, to show them how good of a father I could be, but Nova never allowed me to do that. She didn't trust me as much as I would have loved for her to do, not like I would have done the same if I were in her shoes. She didn't trust me. It would take more than being a good husband to earn her trust. It ate away at me for the first month we spent together. I was only allowed to visit them thrice, and that was with Nova. She didn't trust me to be alone with them. Tossing on the bed after trying to sleep unsuccessful, I rolled out of bed. I left my room and headed downstairs, to have a drink. Nova was in the kitchen when I came to take a can of water. She seemed to be out to do
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
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
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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Prepare yourself
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
