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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back It worked
LILITHI couldn't contain my smile. It worked. The plans we meticulously had, actually worked. Though I was sceptical about getting pushed down the stairs, Zoey convinced me to do it, telling me it would help, and it did. Now, Dashiell thinks someone attacked me, not knowing it was all staged. Having him act concerned about me reminded me of the man I once had before that bitch who called herself Nova took him from me. Dashiell strode into the room a few minutes after he left, looking distracted. I didn't need to ask to know it had to do with Nova. She was the only one who could make him feel this way, something I had never appreciated. Why would she be the one to stir emotions I never woke up in him? It wasn't fair! “What's wrong?” I sat up, wincing from the pain. Even though everything was staged, I did not fake the pain. My head hurts like nothing else, and it feels like it wants to split in two. Zoey didn't mention that it would be this painful. “I will have someone over to lo
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Friends aren't supposed to kiss
DASHIELL She wasn't in the office when I turned up, so I decided to check at home, but she wasn't there. I dialled her number, but it wasn't reachable, so I went to the only place I knew she would be in; her home. I was right. She was there. However, I didn't see her because the minute I knocked on the door, Brion showed up, and I knew she was in there. Else, he wouldn't be so defensive. “I need to talk to Nova,” I said the moment he opened the door. He didn't bother to open it all the way, just a little so he could see my face. "She's not here.” He sounded bored. “Why do you think she's here?”"I didn't think, I know she's in there. Can I speak with her? I promise I won't take much of your time,” I pleaded, hoping he would listen to me. I knew it was futile, but I believed he would be moved with me, begging him."She's not here.” Before I could beg again to ask him to let me in, he slammed the door in my face, blocking my pleas. Relentlessly, I knocked on the door. Calling out
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Is there a law against it?
Brion took the bag from her and returned to the house, but not before nudging me. I know it would seem natural, almost like he didn't do it purposely, but I know that was far from the truth. He knew what he was doing when he strode close to me. With him gone, I turned to look at Nova. Puffing out a breath, I walked towards her, stopping a few paces from where she stood. “I'm sorry I missed your call, Nova. It wasn't intentional, I swear. I had the phone in silence mode and —” “Why are you here?” She cut me off before I could complete my words. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at me. “To seek forgiveness. I know you are pissed at me for going to Lilith and —” “I'm not angry.” “You are.” It was all over her face. And let's not forget the call she hung up when she heard I was with Lilith. “I said I'm not, damn it!” “Okay, you are not.” I raised my hands in surrender, showing her she had the last words. Whatever she says goes. “I'm only here to seek forgiveness for going
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A feeling of unease
NOVA“Ma'am, I need you to sign this,” a worker said as she walked into my office. She had to knock first, and I asked her in before she did so. “I can't find Mr James, and you are the next after him,” she explained, walking over to me with her attention on the file she was holding. She placed it on my desk and stood back respectably, waiting for me to sign it. Seeing how she was acting, and how important the document was, I felt like I was at the top of my game. Having Dashiell name me as the person after him made me relevant in a company where only those under me before knew my worth. It didn't sound so bad. I signed on to the space Dashiell's signature should have been before sliding the book back to her with a smile. “There you have it.” “Thank you so much, ma'am.” She took the file with her and strode out of the office, gently closing the door behind her. “Well, that wasn't so bad.” Puffing out a breath, I leaned on my desk for a few seconds before I got up and walked over
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back What's happening???
Maybe they were staring because I looked dishevelled? No, that wasn't it. I'd looked worse before, and people hadn't reacted like that. Why else would they do that now? To take my mind off what was going on, I decided to leave the office for a breath of fresh air. Before I did that, I arranged my hair in a neat bun and dabbed under my eye with the concealer I got — lucky me. The crisp afternoon air and warm sunlight on my skin helped calm my nerves. For a moment, I forgot all about the stolen glances from the workers.As I strolled through the nearby park, I noticed a small cafe tucked away among the trees. I hadn't seen it before, and from the looks of it, it seemed to have been opened new. “Let's try it then.” With little thought, I walked in, suddenly craving a cup of hot coffee to dispel my nerves.Inside, the cosy café was bustling with lively chatter and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I joined the line, feeling a sense of normalcy wash over me.After ordering a cappuccin
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Why didn't you tell me?
My eyes widened in horror as I took in the images. “How…” I gulped, staring at the phone in shock. Surely, the person who took this not only knew my relationship with Dashiell but knew where I lived. They took the first picture on the night Dashiell came over to my house. It was of me leaning close to him before I entered the house. They took the second and third in front of his house. It was of him driving me to work. “How did you get this?” I lifted my gaze to her, trying to hide my trembling hands. “Who sent this to you?” I demanded. My throat felt dry. Icy dread took over as I looked at the picture. Whoever did this was monitoring me, following my steps. That explained how they got the pictures. My mind raced, thoughts swirling in panic. Our relationship was supposed to be hidden from prying eyes. The photos seemed to mock me, exposing my carefully guarded secret. I tried to maintain a poker face, but inside, I was reeling. Each image felt like a betrayal, a violation of my pri
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I will always be here for you
“Wow.” She was now looking at me with new eyes like she was trying to understand the real me. “I never would have thought you had such a story.” “Now you know.” I took a sip of my now warm coffee. Making a face at that, I placed it back on the saucer before turning to her. “So? Do you have questions? You can ask away now that I'm willing to have a free interview. I might start charging after lunch break is over,” I teased. “Come on.” Puffing out a breath, she stared hard at me. “I just don't know the right question. I believe….” Trailing off, her eyes widened as she looked at me, almost like she got enlightenment from a god. “You said you have been with him for seven years, right?” “No, not that. I've been married to him for seven years,” I corrected before she could make any more mistakes. Frowning, she scratched her hair. “Are there any differences between the two? Being with him for seven years isn't it the same as being wed to him?” She looked genuinely confused, and I knew I
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back What should we do?
The stares followed me to my office. Had Benita not been with me, I would have exploded from the stares. But with Benita, who kept on asking me to keep my focus on her. She was the reason I kept my cool while pretending not to notice their stares. “Don't mind them. It's not like they can do anything other than stare all they want.” Benita pushed into the office, smiling as she plopped down on the couch. “Why don't I camp out here for the rest of the day? Your office is the best in the entire world. Do you mind if I stay?" “If you like.” I stepped over to my desk. “You can even help me go through those files on my desk. I feel like Dashiell and this company are out to take my head.” Always one for taking advantage of the situation, I tried to rope her into my work. Chuckling, she got up from the couch and walked over to me, sitting on the chair opposite mine as she reached for the top file. “What are you going to do about this? Will you confront Mr James about it or….”Lifting my
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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back We will make a paradise in the wilderness
It took the kids weeks before they got used to staying in Dashiell's house. As he promised, Dashiell was the best father to them. Most times, I'd yell because of how much he was spoiling the kids. He was making it impossible for me to caution them when they did something bad, so I had to draw the line between what he could do and what he couldn't. Brion started dating Benita a few weeks after I moved out. It started after the kids' birthday and the opening of my company. They met and bonded over a couple of drinks. At first, they were drinking buddies before they clicked. Who knows, I might be a godmother soon. I was so happy for him, grateful he found someone he loved. I feared he would stay single all his life because of how much I broke his heart, but he proved me wrong. He showed me how strong and capable he was, something I was super proud of. Amaya went to work full time, though she always made time to visit the kids. Once a month, the kids go to the house to stay with their
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A total package
Brion didn't talk to me that day. He left me in the sitting room and took a walk around. He didn't return to the house that night. I stayed up with the kids expecting his return, but I didn't see him. He sent a text though, knowing I would be waiting, letting me know he wasn't returning that night. He asked me to go in and rest.After that day, our relationship became strained. Because of him, I didn't tell the kids about Dashiell because I was waiting for him to come to terms with my relationship with Dashiell. He was the most important person to me, and I wanted his blessings before I could pursue anything with Dashiell. It took him a week to do that. All the while, I kept the news of my pregnancy from Dashiell. As much as I loved him, I knew I would leave with Brion if that made my friend happy. I might end up resenting him for taking me away from the man I loved, but that didn't mean I was ready to see him heartbroken. He was my best friend, and I would do anything for him. With
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Another confession
I didn't know how to break the news to Dashiell. I wanted to keep it a secret, to wait for the perfect moment to break it, but no day seemed like the right time. Because of the amount of time he spent away from the office, there was work for him to do and meetings for him to attend, which was why he hardly stayed in the office. The only times I had seen him in the office for the past two days were each morning and some evenings. Aside from that, we had only spoken on the phone. Deciding to tell Brion and the kids about the pregnancy before him, I left the office early. I wanted so badly to tell Benita about the good news, but wished Brion and the kids to know about it before any other person. Brion had already put the children to sleep when I arrived home. Greeting him, I walked to my room to change before I joined him in the sitting room. I didn't know how to break the news to him because I knew he still had feelings for me. The news will make him realize he didn't have any chanc
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I'm not alone
We got back together after that night. Dashiell stayed at home to recuperate while I worked. Each night, Amaya came over to take care of him while I went back to my kids until he fully healed. After a week, he was good enough to walk. Amaya didn't need to come over to help with his meals anymore. He could walk on his own and was even strong enough to return to work. That Monday, the buzz his return caused in the office made me realize some workers loved him despite how detached and distanced he was from them. Okay, the majority were females. Because of how handsome he was, most of them loved him and wished for a chance to be with him. Which was why they didn't like me at all. Work resumed, and everything returned to normal. We didn't talk about me moving back to his house as I promised, but I knew it would only be for a while before he asked me about it, and I wasn't prepared for it at all. I haven't spoken to my kids, and I have yet to tell them about my relationship with Dashiell
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
