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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 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 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 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 I've been in love with you for seven years
NOVAI stayed up late speaking with Brion. It had been days since I last saw him, so he wanted to fill the void created during my absence. He was like a clingy kid who refused to let go. I held a glass of wine in hand as we watched the stars. It was a clear night, with beautiful stars glittering in the moonless sky. The soft breeze blowing from our garden gave the night a fragrant smell. I could even taste the smell of the flowers in the air. Sitting on the double swings and observing the sky, with glasses in our hands, gave me the most wholesome feeling ever. “This has always been my dream,” Brion muttered beside me, swinging slowly. “If only I could pause the moment and live in it forever.”I stopped scanning the sky and turned to glance at him, to see his expression. It was one of contentment. He looked as if he had gotten everything he ever wanted, and more. He took a sip of his wine and turned to look at me. His beautiful green eyes sparkled, telling stories his lips couldn't.
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back More like a chore
My heart was heavy as I returned to Dashiell's house. I had to leave that night. Hearing those words from Brion made me want to reach out and kiss him, but I couldn't do that. Despite how much I wanted to throw all caution to the wind and let our passion run through the night, I couldn't do that with Brion. It would seem like I cheated with him.I stayed in the car for close to an hour, thinking of Brion's confession. I wondered if I would have gone through with my plans for revenge if he told me about this a month ago. Would I have forgone everything just to be with him? I believe the response would be positive. I admired Brion. There wasn't anything I could fault about him. Dating him would be like a dream come true. The only problem was how that dream got dashed by my thirst for revenge. I was into this and realized it would be difficult to extricate myself until I had done all I planned. Not only to Dashiell but to Lilith and his mother. My family would be the next after I had ta
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Too tired to do this?
After letting my hand go, I slithered down his chest until I got to his trousers. “Were you planning to sleep with these?” I reached over to the lamp on the bedside table and switched it on, frowning when I realized he was still dressed in the same clothes he wore to work today. “Yeah.” His cheeks coloured. “I returned an hour ago and just had dinner. I was very tired to remove my clothes,” he groaned, rubbing my eyes. “Are you too tired to do this?” I tried to pull out my hand from him, but he held me, shaking his head. “I'm always ready for you.” He smiled down at me, his eyes crinkling at the side. Nodding, I undid the belt and the zip, pulled his pants to his ankles, and massaged his balls through the boxers. His penis's head looked out from his boxers, awakened from my touch. Low groans escaped from his lips as I stroked him. I removed his boxers. There before me was his cock, thick, slowly engorging as my lips lowered towards him, and tongue enveloped him. I took him into m
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I know how you can get back at her
I didn't mind having sex with my back to him, more than I would have minded five years ago, back when I still loved him like a fool, believing he would return my affection. His hand went to my hair, and he gripped it, not tight enough to hurt my scalp, but tight for him to hold me without letting go. Holding me by the hair, he slightly lifted me from the bed, as his dick resumed the initial thrusts, almost like he didn't just stop to make certain the screams coming from my throat were of pleasure and not pain. I didn't care about that at all. For satisfaction? I don't care. All I wanted was to release my pent-up frustration, and what other way to do that but to climax? Then the pounding began, flesh against flesh. I tried to clench myself around him, but his pace was too fast and strong. Two more thrusts caused my head to lift off the bed, causing me to let out a moan, which was both pained and needy. Somehow, having him fuck me instead of making love to me made me crave it some mor
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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
