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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Good riddance
I was amused. Not only didn't she recognize me, but she seemed to think she could buy me over with money. It was funny. Watching the woman who had been a thorn in my side when I was married to Dashiell, I felt the urge to disgrace her, to show her not everyone could be bullied. Just because I seemed easy on the face didn't mean she could toss me aside like she wanted. I leaned back in my chair, smiling as I folded my arms. I didn't say a word, and that infuriated her. “What do you say?” She sounded impatient, checking her wristwatch as if she was expecting someone.“Why should I give up the table? Give me a reason?” My voice was calm, as always. It was a wonder she didn't recognise me. Did I change that much? I doubt. Lilith and Dashiell recognised me with no problem. It could only mean she never closely looked at me. She must have felt I wasn't worth it.She stared down sharply at my question, her eyes still narrowed dangerously, and her lips set in a thin line. The extreme look o
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Anxious
DASHIELLI checked her office for the tenth time, worried. It had been 2 hours since she left for her lunch break, more than the time allocated by the company for workers. not like I was worried about that. Leaning on the wall, I closed my eyes, clutching the flower vase to my chest as I wondered if she had gone to pick her kids up. If that was it, would she bring them to the office? That would be superb! Spending time with that lovely kid River was the best thing I ever experienced. I didn't know I loved kids until I met him. “What are you doing here?”Startled by the question, I almost threw the bouquet on the floor but caught myself at the right moment. Forcing a nervous smile on my lips, I turned towards her, reaching out to smoothen my hair. “Hi, didn't see you there.” I was as cool as ever. Well, as casual as I could be leaning on the wall next to her door, with the flowers and an awkward smile on my face. “Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes, pursing her lips as she stared
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I'm no better than her
“Hello.” I placed the phone on my right ear, and tapped impatiently on my table, waiting for her to talk, so we would get it out of the way. “I saw her today,” she said, going straight to the point, not like I was expecting much from her. My mum only worries about me whenever I am sick or when she needs something. Those were the only times she played the mother card.“Who?” I stopped tapping and sat up. “Lilith?” I sighed, puffing out an exasperated breath as I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Listen, mum. I will not do whatever you want. I won't take Lilith back. I have already decided on it, and there's no going back on my words. We are incompatible. I don't love her." “Not her.” Her tone was calm. So calm, it made me wonder who it was that made her sound like it. “Then who?” “Nova.” I froze at the name. Gulping, I sat up, my gaze going over to my shut door. “Nova? Where did you meet her?” I tried to keep my tone calm, to avoid lashing out at her. I needed to know what happened
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Odd
NOVADashiell was surprisingly silent as he watched the slide show. I predicted he would argue with me over the colour, as he did at first. I was prepared for it and had my responses to give, but he didn't do as I expected him to. It was a surprising turn of events, one that left me gaping at him as I wondered if he was a changed man or had something else up his sleeves. That must be it. He must be planning something.I thought little about him meeting my son because it seemed he was still in the dark about them. He wouldn't have remained calm if he knew they were his. He would have confronted me about it or fought legally. He wouldn't have let me off the hook that easily. I glanced around at the people seated, at Benita, who was added to replace the manager who took a leave yesterday because his wife was in the hospital. She sent a small smile my way, which I reciprocated with a wink before focusing on the show.Dashiell cleared his throat after the slides the design team presented
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back She looks like Mr Dashiell
“Why do I feel the boss is treating you differently?” Benita asked, trailing after me. She refused to return to her office after the meeting, so she could gossip a little. Not only that, but I promised to take her home with me so she could see my babies, hence another reason for sticking to my side like a stubborn glue. “What are you trying to say?” I stopped in my tracks and turned to face her, frowning as I folded my arms. “Why do you think he's treating me differently? Because he agreed to use my ideas? That's nothing, Nita. You should have seen how he opposed the idea when I first proposed it. He's only supporting me because he has discovered how right I was.” I kept my tone neutral, hiding the slight tremor in it. The last thing I wanted was for others to know about my relationship with Brion.“Nita? I love the nickname!” She clapped in glee, grinning. “I love it better than Benny.” “Oh, I'm glad you do.” I turned to continue my stride to my office, praying she wouldn't return
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Who is our dad?
All the blood drained from my face at her remark. My heart hammered against my chest as my stomach tightened to the point of pain. Gaping at her, I opened my mouth to talk, but no words escaped from it. I could only watch her without uttering a sound. The rustling sounds from the leaves outside as the wind blew on them were louder than ever, almost as if I was standing by the tree. “Mr Dashiell? You think the same, don't you???” River sounded eager. “I felt the same when I met him. He looks like he could pass as Willow's dad. I told her, but she didn't agree!”“Shut up! He's not my daddy. He's a bad man. A dangerous man like Mum said he is. If there's anyone who should be my dad, it's Uncle Brion!” Willow argued, placing her hands on her waist as she glared at her brother. “Miss Benita thinks the same, Willow. You are only saying this because you haven't met him. I'm telling you, he looks like you!” River insisted, looking like he wanted to drag her ears until she agreed with him.
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Lost in thought
DASHIELLI couldn't keep the smiles off my face. Reasoning back to how well I communicated with Nova during the meeting made me proud of myself. Standing up for the idea when others thought it wasn't the best made me feel so happy. I wanted to scream it out to the world, but I couldn't. No one, aside from me would know how much this meant to me.Sighing, I tapped my index finger on my desk, reflecting on the smile on her face. It was the first time she had genuinely smiled at me since she returned. The smile wasn't as forced as the ones I was used to. She was genuinely happy, making me feel accomplished for causing such an expression on her face. I have never been this happy before, not even when my father signed off the company to me after I completed my studies. Having her smile was an accomplishment. It showed I was getting close to my plans, to get her to change her attitude towards me. It doesn't seem like it would be a simple thing to pull off, but I'm determined to do whatever
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A comforter
I frowned at her response, not buying it at all. She didn't seem like she was crying over something not relevant, but I didn't pursue the matter. She would have told me about it if she wanted me to know. We weren't friends after all. I couldn't force her to do that. Shs owed me no explanation. “It's okay.” I patted her on the back. “Just let it out. Whatever's eating within you. Trust me, you will feel great when you do.”She looked up at my remarks, her eyes widening as she stared at me, stunned. She wasn't the only one, though. I had never been a good comforter. Lilith always made fun of me because of that. But at the moment, I felt like an enlightened monk. Seeing her look so sad made me want to comfort her. “Come on. You can weep how much you want. I won't judge.” And she did, bawling out her eyes until a few of the pedestrians walking down the overpass cast glances at us, thinking I caused her problem. We were lucky none of them stopped to ask why, or even called the cops o
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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
