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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Bad news?
“I'm bringing the kids back. You can go home straight,” Brion said when I called to check if the kids were back. I completed my work in time after the lunch I had with Dashiell, and I took an excuse to leave the office early so I could pick my kids up from school. Willow complained I hadn't been picking them up from the school which was why I took a day off early so I could do that. I had everything planned, from an ice cream game to taking them to watch a movie. I wanted a bond with them, but it seemed it would have to wait since Brion wanted to bring them back. I sighed, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.It seemed I would have to head home and prepare dinner. Brion always takes them out to get snacks each time he brings them back from school. Today wouldn't be an exception. “Okay, sure. Thanks, Brion. I appreciate it,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment. Sitting back in the chair, I opened my laptop. “I know you had plans, Nova,” Brion said, sensing my tone. “But
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back They will be okay
“What's wrong?” Dashiell picked the phone up, looking at me with a concerned expression. “Are you okay? What did Dashiell say?”“They had an accident.” Those were the only words I said as I hurried towards the door. Dashiell rushed after me. He opened the door for me and followed me towards the lift. Together, we left the office. I would have taken a taxi, but he offered to drive me there. I only needed to tell him the name of the hospital. My heart raced, and my palms felt slick with sweat. My thoughts were a jumbled mess as I sat next to Dashiell throughout the ride to the hospital. He didn't say a word, knowing I desired to be left to my thoughts. At the hospital, it wasn't difficult to find the room. Officer Henry was waiting downstairs for me when I arrived, so he took me to the room. We weren't allowed to go in, though. I had to stand outside with Dashiell, who was trying his damned hard to console me, waiting for news from the doctor. While waiting, they asked me to sign s
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Family sticks together
We stayed in the hospital until late at night when Dashiell returned home to get a change of clothes for me and dinner. Though I didn't eat the food he brought, I was grateful to change out of the clothes I wore to work. The flat shoes and loose gown were just what I needed to enable me to pace the floors without any hindrance. “You need to eat something,” Dashiell tried again, to get me to eat the dinner he made, like he'd been doing since he arrived. “You can't function well on an empty stomach. You know that, right? You need to have something in your stomach.” I shook my head, my eyes welling up with tears. “I can't.” “Try, Nova. For your own sake.” Dashiell's expression softened. He placed his hand over mine, his gaze locked on mine like he was looking into my soul. “Willow would want you to eat. She wouldn't want her mother worried over her to the point of not taking anything.” I sighed, taking a small bite of the sandwich. The taste was bland, but I chewed mechanically.As
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back She's responding
I woke up the next morning on a bed, with no recognition of how I got there. Sitting up, I glanced around, searching for Dashiell, and I saw him resting on a chair by the door, dozing off. Seeing him melted my heart. I quietly got up from the bed and took the blanket with me. My steps were silent, but he heard me before I could drape the blanket on his body. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at me with a mixture of alertness and sleepiness. His gaze softened as he took in my approach, the blanket clutched in my hands.“Morning,” he said, his voice low and husky. “When did you wake up? Has it been long?” He sat up in the chair, looking around, like I did when I woke up. I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest. “Morning.”Yawning, he got up from the chair and stretched his arms. “I hope you are not angry that I brought you to this room. I figured you would be more comfortable here than out there. So…” He looked down at the blanket I had with me. “What are you doing with that?”
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Can I meet them?
DASHIELLNova went upstairs to check on Brion, whom the doctors said had woken up. River was still unconscious, like his sister, and I suspected they would wake at the same time. Call that twin power. I had them move the two of them into a room, so they would stay with each other. This way, they will know they are not getting separated. With Nova busy checking on Brion, I made a trip home to get another change of clothes for her, and also make breakfast. I believe she would want to have something to eat after what happened. Knowing our daughter would be okay was enough to make her hungry. I had just driven into my compound when my phone rang. Frowning, I fished it out of my pocket. The Moment I saw the caller's ID, I groaned. Why does my mother have such ill timings? This wasn't the first time she had called me in such a situation. Puffing out an exasperated breath, I answered the call, placing it on a high speaker. “Yes?” “Why aren't you at your office? Where is Nova? I hav
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Why did you tell her?
NOVA “What's wrong?” I frowned at Dashiell who had been fidgeting since he returned from the house. He kept on tugging his shirt, with his gaze occasionally at the door like he was expecting someone. “I… You see…” He pulled on his shirt, looking at me with a pouting expression on his face. “I…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Don't get angry with me. I…” He trailed off without saying what he wanted to say. “What's going on? What did you do? Why are you asking for forgiveness?” “I told my mother about us.” “And? Is that anything serious?” I took a sip of the juice he got. After visiting my kids and checking on Brion, I had the energy to have breakfast, unlike last night. “Your mum already knows we are together. Weren't we married before I left five years ago?” I lifted my brows at that, wondering what was going on with him. He looked so out of it when he returned from the house and had been acting strange ever since then. “I told her about the children.” “You did what?!” H
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Why now?
The expression on her face took aback. I figured she would either lash out or try something funny. I didn't expect her to look so eager. Looking back at Dashiell, I turned to her, nodding slowly, “If only you agree not to disturb them.” “I won't. I promise.”She sounded so genuine, something I never thought I'd ever associate my mother-in-law with. She had always been this stern woman who never appreciated me. Seeing her so emotional made it seem like I didn't know the woman standing in front of me. She looked like a totally different person, one I could barely recognize. “You can see them,” I said at last, knowing she was waiting for me to give her the go-ahead to visit the kids. “Thank you, Nova,” she whispered. “You don't know how grateful I am.” Her face softened, her eyes welling up with tears.Dashiell, who was silently watching us, widened his eyes in surprise. “Mother?” he questioned, looking as shocked as I was. Amaya ignored him. She didn't turn at his call. Instead, sh
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You need to prove yourself
To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Folding my arms, I gazed into the eyes of a mother-in-law who had made my life miserable. Who would have thought a day like this would come? Fast at that? It was surreal. I had to pinch myself numerous times to be certain my mind wasn't making anything up.Dashiell placed his left palm on my shoulder as he stood next to me. He didn't make a sound, but I knew what he had in mind. The hand on my shoulder told me everything. He just wanted me to know he would stand by me, no matter what I decide on. "You are doing this because of the kids, right?” I made it sound like a question when it wasn't. There was no uncertainty about it. She wanted to extend the olive branch because of her grandkids. Had it not been for them, I doubt she would have been here. Amaya would never stoop low for something that wouldn't be beneficial to her.“Mama Kaka would have been thrilled to know you have babies. She cared for you, you know?” She questioned, ignor
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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
