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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Why did you send someone to tail me?
Brion cleared his throat, acting a bit too theatrical at the moment. “I just got information about an auction.” “And?” I was eager, trying to rush him to tell me more about his plans. “What about the auction? Who is hosting it? How do I get back to my ex-mother-in-law through it?”“Now you are impatient to know,” he teased, loving it. “Tell me, what do you think I have in mind?” “Brion,” I warned, letting him know I wasn't in the condition to have any mind plays with him. He had already caused me to forfeit my sleep, just to listen to him. I wasn't in the mood to beat around the bush with him. I might have done that had he called in the afternoon. We would have had enough time for his mind plays. “Okay, I will tell you. Your ex-mother-in-law is the most influential person going for the auction." “And?” I still didn't get it. From what he said, I couldn't even tell where he was heading with his suggestions. “What are your plans? I mean, how do I get back at her? By knowing about
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Are we getting stalked again?
A feeling of unease crept up my spine when I heard the words: “Your car's been tampered with, again.” A shiver ran down my neck as a wave of fear washed over me. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut, my breath knocked out of me.“That can't be true.” I shook my head as if he could see me, trying to deny those words, despite knowing Brion would never lie to me. Anyone might, but it would never be Brion. Not in a million years. “It's the truth, Nova. I got notified about it.”My mind raced as I thought back to all the times this had happened before. The flat tyres, the scratched paint, the mysterious noises in the dead of night. It was always the same — a sense of violation, of being watched and targeted.“Do you think it's taking place again?” I whispered, talking of the time Brion was stalked by a deranged woman 3 years ago. It took getting her jailed, for us to rest from the assaults and almost accident. Was this happening again?I felt a surge of anger, my heart pounding
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back The battle just began
Meeting someone willing to help despite the competition we were going to enter made me know there were still good people out there. He nodded at my words before he returned his focus to the stage. The auctioneer stood nervously, with his hands joined in front of him as he smiled. The way his lips curled reminded me of a Chester cat. I could see him calculating the amount of money he would get from this. A buzz at the entrance caused me to turn, already aware of who it was. Who else but my darling mother-in-law, in all her glory? Amaya Esmeralda James. She stepped in, smiling as she removed her sunglasses. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was the president of the country from the whisper she made with her appearance. I turned before she could see me, opting to relax until the last moment when I would flash the items she wanted to get on her face. The minute my mother-in-law got to her seat, which was on the right from where I sat, the auctioning began. As they un
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back The strange man
“You seem happy,” the man next to me noted with a smile. “Was this your reason for coming over?” “Yeah.” I turned, recalling something. “I will be back.” Smiling at the man, I went over to pay off the items and wrote my address so they would deliver the parcel to Dashiell's house. I would have added my address, but I wanted Dashiell to see it. After swiping the card to pay for it, and getting complimented by the auctioneer who kept on trying to hook me with offers I wasn't interested in, I stepped towards the exit with my head held high. As I left the auction room, I felt my mother-in-law's eyes on me, burning with a mixture of anger and resentment. I smiled to myself, knowing I'd won this round. She looked like she was barely keeping herself back from lunging at me. Ignoring her, I walked out, fishing my phone from my handbag, so I could order a ride. But as I made our way to the car park, she caught up to me, her heels clicking on the pavement. “You think you're clever,
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Nova is in danger
DASHIELLI was running late, my mind preoccupied with the grand opening of our company's new venue, when I decided to call my wife. Though she told me she wouldn't be available for it, I was hoping she would change her mind after getting what she requested. “Dashiell. I will —”I heard a loud noise, followed by a thud. A faint rustling sound replaced Nova's voice.“Nova! Nova, answer me!” I screamed into the phone, my heart racing with panic. The line was still open, but there was only silence. It paralysed me with fear.Suddenly, a faint whisper came through the phone. “Dash… El…" My heart shattered into a million pieces. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair as I whispered back, “Nova, I'm here… I'm here. What the hell is going on?” But there was no response. The silence was deafening.I felt tears streaming down my face as I screamed her name again and again, but only silence replied. My world appeared like it was crumbling around me, and I was powerless to stop it.I w
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Don't give up
As the ambulance sped through the streets, sirens blaring, I felt my heart tearing apart. I couldn't lose her. Not now. Not ever. I just got her back. Losing her wasn't an option, not at all. I wasn't ready for it. And most importantly, I wasn't ready to face our kids.What will I tell them when they ask what happened to their mum? How would I have them know someone shot her on her way to the venue? Was I too demanding when I asked her to come over? Would it have been better if I urged her to stay back? She would have been safe, I know that.“Nova, please hang on,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I love you. Don't leave me.”The nurses worked to stabilize her, but I barely registered their efforts. All I could focus on was Nova's pale face, her closed eyes, not aware of what was going on around her. We arrived at the hospital, and the paramedics rushed to unload Nova. I followed, still grasping her hand, as they wheeled her towards the operating room. But just as we reached the door
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Ask your wife about it
“Where are you, Dashiell?” My mother asked the moment she answered the call. It was as if she were waiting for my call, expecting it even. “Why didn't you show up at the venue? Do you know how worried I was? How much I tried to get in contact with you?!” she yelled out. "How could you act so childishly? Aren't you afraid of the tabloid and the story they will make up with your disappearance??" I pinched the bridge of my nose, inhaling deeply before I responded, “Something came up.” I didn't say more because I knew she wouldn't understand. Not only that, but she wouldn't be pleased if I left the company because of Nova. She wouldn't even care to know my wife was hospitalised.“Something came up?” She sounded sceptical. “What the hell is so important that you will neglect something like this for? Are you out of your senses?”“I just called because I know you will try my line. If you will be as unreasonable as you are now, I will have to tell you to forget about it.”I wasn't in the moo
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Why didn't you tell me she's in danger?
“Huh?” I was too shocked to comprehend what just happened… Somehow, Nova might have met my mum, but what of the auction? Why would she sound so hostile when I only asked her about the auction? Could Nova have met her during it??? It seemed like —I froze when a certain thought filtered through my mind. What if Nova went to the auction? That would explain the huge amount of money she spent. Was she there because of my mum? Was that why she asked if I sent my wife over to counter her every move? Was she the one who got the prized item my mother wanted?A chuckle escaped my lips at that thought, and I had to cover my mouth when I received a glare from the man next to me, who was looking at me as if I were a pervert. He shuffled far from me, giving me a stern glare.“Sorry.” Apologizing, I turned and left the restroom, walking over to Nova's private room. A few nurses I met in my way nodded at me with a smile, which I reciprocated, something that wouldn't have been possible had it been th
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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
