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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
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Crumbling resolves
“I doubt that's necessary.” I dropped the file I was holding so I could focus on him. “Why are you concerned about their words when it's not focused on you?”“Because it's affecting you. Soon, they will start gossiping about your name and laying false accusations. I don't wish that.” He reached out to touch my hand, only to recoil at the last second. “I don't want you to be affected by them.”“Why?”“I love you.” He peered at me with an expression so genuine it tugged on my heartstrings. This wasn't the first time I'd felt something like this for him. Dashiell knew just how to play the victim with that expression, most times making it seem like I was bullying him. I didn't utter a word. I just watched him, not knowing what to say about this. Just like the other times when he confessed his love for me, I acted as if I didn't know what he was talking about. “You don't have to respond, or anything. I just need you to know how much I love and care for you.” Sighing, he reached over to p
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back What do you hope to gain from this?
LILITHI didn't see Dashiell after he left that day. I tried calling him, but each time he always had an excuse to give, making me realize Nova had something to do with it. She was the only one who could control him that much. Zoey asked me to exercise patience and that everything would be sorted out soon, but I couldn't help my fears. What if Dashiell doesn't return after this? How do I get him back? It seemed the more I tried to get him to return to my side, the more distance he put between us, like a wedge keeping me on my side. Zoey, seeing just how much I was hurting from Dashiell's silence, brought a plan, one we had executed. It took hiring a secret detective for us to get these pictures of them. Posting it wasn't a problem. Zoey was good at that. As a computer science student and an acclaimed hacker — her words, not mine — she knew her way with the computer system. She promised no one could trace the IP address back to us and so far; we have had no issues. “What are you thin
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I would never do that
NOVAHe blinked at the question, looking puzzled by it. Scratching his hair, he sat back in the chair. “What do you mean by that?” It wasn't the response I was hoping to get. I assumed he would beg, or even make excuses, not asking me what I meant by those words, and looking more shocked than I was when Lilith came for me. “You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Five years and some months ago, you sent Lilith to the house to pick me up, didn't you?” I rephrased the question, opting to take a step at a time. “Lils?” He shook his head, his gaze still incredulous. “Why would I send her to you?” “Why won't you send her to me?” I laced my fingers, sitting back on the chair. So I would level my gaze with his. Even though he had to lower his head to meet my stare. “She came for me on that fateful morning, the day we were supposed to meet with Mama Kaka. Oh, bless her soul.” “I didn't. Why would I send her when I asked you to meet me at Mama Kaka's house?” He frowned. “I didn't d
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back The truth at last
I lifted my eyebrows at that. I thought he would get straight to the point instead of trying to act like he was doing. "Of course not.”“Remember that day you went to hospital? The day I was supposed to take Nova to Mama Kaka's place five years ago?” Dashiell asked, his eyes locked on mine. “Ye… Yes,” Lilith replied, her tone cautious. “Is there anything wrong? Why are you suddenly asking about this?” “Did you take Nova to the hospital?” Dashiell's voice was firm. He didn't beat around the bush like I assumed he would, seeing how much he was threading around her. Silence. “Lilith?” Dashiell pressed. “Didn't you hear what I asked?” “I'm sorry. The network coverage here isn't that good. What did you just ask?” “Did you take Nova to the hospital on that day?” “Why should I?” She expertly lied. “I didn't get to see her until I saw her leave with that man. I sent pictures, didn't I?” “I wasn't asking about this. I want to know what took place on that day. Did you go to my house t
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Taking advantage of my mood
DASHIELL I didn't count on things turning out this way. I figured it would be a long time until we got past everything happening, not knowing all we needed was a conversation. As for Lilith, I had let things slide with her. Though Nova and the kids would have been in danger had her plans worked, they were safe. That was all they mattered to me. “Does this mean I have a chance to pursue you?” I tried my luck, praying she wouldn't brush me off like she had always done. It helped to know the reason she hated me back then. She didn't respond. Sighing, she sat back in the chair, watching me with a frown. I knew it was too much for her to stomach at the moment. It wasn't easy to let go of the grievances one had held for five years. It would take time for her time to come around it. “Do you have time tonight?” I tried once more, taking another approach, so I wouldn't overwhelm her with my requests. “I think I do. Any problem?” She lifted her brows at me. “Is there anything you need he
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back The date
NOVADashiell's office was in a buzz today, and I got to understand why when Benita came to check on me. Obviously, Dashiell had been happy since he left my office, allowing the workers to use his kindness for the day. By the end of the workday, almost everyone in the office had taken a leave, each for an outrageous reason. I heard one took a break because the dog wanted to go on a date. A date??? And you had to ask for a week to do that? It was amusing hearing all those excuses, but more so to know Dashiell fell for them. “Are you going anywhere today?” Benita frowned when I got up after checking the time. “Why?” “Didn't you say we will work until 7? Why are you getting ready to leave? Do you have something you need to do at home?” Though those words sounded innocent, the way she batted her eyelashes was anything but that. “Yeah, there's something I need to take care of at home.” “What?” She leaned closer. “Is it related to why Mr James was so happy today he almost sign
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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
