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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You are alone in this
LILITH “Now, all we have to do is relax and watch everything unfold,” Zoey said with a smile, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she relaxed on the couch. “God, I never thought working with someone could be so draining. I'm used to acting alone, you know?” I didn't respond. Instead, I sat on the couch opposite the one she was resting on, crossing my legs. I wanted an out from this, but I know I'd gone deep into this to extricate myself. Don't get me wrong there, darling, I'm still serious about my plot for revenge, to get Dashiell back. What I needed to call quits was working with her. “Have Dashiell called you?” She asked, breaking the silence between us while trying to catch my attention. She didn't bother repeating her earlier question because she knew I wouldn't respond to that. “Not at all.” I'd kept my phone next to me all day, expecting a call from him, but I got nothing. He hasn't reached out to me since I contacted him two days ago to talk about his plans. “Did you
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Is this a trap?
Like always, she looked cool, with that 'I couldn't care less' expression on her face as she watched me. She didn't look stressed. I was the only one among us feeling like I'd aged since we met. “I received the video,” he said, his tone neutral. “I have to admit, I'm intrigued.” I exchanged a glance with Zoey, who nodded encouragingly. “What do you think?” I asked, feigning nonchalance. I kept my expression neutral, so he wouldn't pick up on my emotions, opting to sound like Zoey. “I think Brion's involved, just like you said,” Dashiell replied. “But I need more proof. Nova won't believe me with just this video of him talking to the hooded men. I need something more. Something concrete enough.”Zoey mouthed “good” and gave a thumbs-up, encouraging me. She uncrossed her legs, still focused on me. However, this time, I could see a crack in her otherwise stoic face. She seemed excited. Like a kid who got promised a car. Her eyes sparkled. “I can get you more information,” I offered
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back We need your help
NOVALuckily, my kids returned to their normal cheerful selves after I spent two days with them. I didn't get any text from the one threatening them, which would mean they realized I was no longer living with Dashiell.Brion too seemed beyond excited to hear my plans. He looked happier than the kids. I just knew the only one who wouldn't be happy about this would be Dashiell. Talking of Dashiell, I haven't seen him since I left the house. He had only called me twice, which I found odd. Each time he called, he only asked about Brion. I couldn't shake off the feelings of something being wrong, but when I asked him, he breezed past the question without answering it. Which was why I planned to meet with him today. “Are you going to work?” Brion looked up from his laptop the moment I stepped into the living room. He had been working from home since I returned to the house, claiming he didn't want me to feel so lonely whenever the kids went to school. I smiled, adjusting the strap of
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You look good
I angrily downed the content of my coffee in one go, scalding my tongue, but I didn't feel it. I was still pissed because of those gold diggers that called themselves parents. I just had to hope the day wouldn't be that bad for me. Having met them this morning, I only have to hope their bad luck won't rub off on me. Dashiell was waiting in front of the office for me, nervously tugging on his suit. The moment my car drove into the personal space I got when I came to the company, he walked over, smiling as he opened the door for me. “You look pretty,” he breathed out, looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time. His eyes took me in, from my head to my toes. “Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself.” I got out of the car with my handbag. Locking the door behind me. “Uhm… Thanks. I thought to dress up for today.” He looked down, hiding the flush on his cheeks. I smiled at that, giving him an appraisal, and enjoying the way he squirmed at my gaze, like a shy bride. Dashiel
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back What's the catch?
My gaze whipped over to Dashiell, who gave me a little shrug. He closed the door and stepped into the room with me, nudging me as he whispered, “I was equally shocked when I learned she was the one coming over.” “Why didn't you fucking tell me?!” I gritted my teeth in rage, glaring at him. I would have punched him in the face had I not kept my anger in check. “I realized too late, and couldn't tell you about it so you won't ball out. Don't worry, you have me here.” Flashing his teeth at me, he took my hand in his and led me towards the mother, who was scowling at us. Amaya Esmeralda James. My always a perfect mother-in-law. She sat poised on the plush sofa, her elegant demeanour a stark contrast to the tension in the air. Her signature sunglasses perched on her nose, hid her eyes, but not the disapproval etched on her face. She wore a tailored, ivory pantsuit. The fabric hugged her slender frame, accentuating her refined features. A delicate silver necklace glinted around her ne
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I will always support you
Dashiell looked confused by my response. “Are you planning on leaving this country?” “No.”“Then why are you talking about the years being far?” “I just…” Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the frustration seeping in gradually, like a thief. “I don't even know if I would work for companies by then. I intend to open a branch here in Paris to have my company, Dashiell.” I had discussed this with Brion, and he thought it was the best decision ever. Having my company would make me independent, just like I had always wanted. I wouldn't have to rely on any company for marketing, and I sure as hell wouldn't need to sign exclusive contracts with any of them. Though Amaya sugar-coated the offer and made it sound like the best thing that would ever happen to me, I didn't trust her not to play tricks on me. “You —” “Is your mother now working for the Elite group? Didn't she step down months ago?” I asked a pressing question, one that had been bugging me since she present
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Is this happening?
DASHIELLLunch was eventful. Nova was the perfect lady for a perfect date, something I only realized after all these years. There were no dull moments with her, no time that I wished I were anywhere but there with her, eating what she was craving. After lunch, we walked back to the office. This time, I didn't get the opportunity to hold her like I was hoping. I didn't know how to ask to hold her hand, so I opted to walk next to her so that our shoulders brushed occasionally. To me, that was better than nothing. At least my body got to touch hers, even though my hands didn't. When we got back to the office, I asked for her help in reviewing some files with me. I didn't know why I asked her, but I blurted that out before I could think about it, and she accepted. Yeah. She didn't even ask why I wanted her help. She just gave in like she'd been doing since she arrived this morning.As we settled into my office, pouring over the files, our shoulders touched each time I walked over to
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I've missed this
“Dashiell!” she cried out the moment my tongue flicked on her pussy, moaning with abandon as she spread her thighs wider. The taste of her was perfection. As my tongue swirled laps around her clit, she braced herself with one hand. The other moved from my neck to my shoulders, trying to hang on as her legs trembled.“Fuck, you are good with this, Dashiell, so fucking good,” she whispered, moaning as my thumb rubbed on her clit. Her walls were like a vice around my fingers, growing tighter and tighter. I kept the steady thrusting of my fingers, and that grip tightened more, as did her arm around my shoulders. I increased my pace, feeling her pussy walls clamp around my fingers, trying to suck them dry like a starved baby hungry for its mother's milk. Calling my name and telling me how near she was, she gently rolled her hips against my hand as she rode out that orgasm, my fingers slick with her cum. “Fuck.” she whimpered as I withdrew my fingers, but slowly cleaned up every remnant
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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
