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The Billionaire’s Regret 103: WHAT’S HAPPENING?
ELARA’S POV "Another round!" I protest, gripping the controller. "This time, I'm going to win." Elliot leans back against the couch, a smug grin stretching across his face. "Oh, just accept it, El. You’ve lost your mojo." "I didn't lose my mojo," I argue, crossing my arms. "I won the first round!" "That was beginner’s luck and because I was going easy on you." I narrow my eyes. "Oh, please. You weren’t going easy on me. I bet you were cheating. Did you tamper with the game when I wasn’t looking?" He gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Elara! I’m offended. You know me I’m better than that." "You sure?" "Positive. You lost. Just accept it and—" A buzzing sound cuts him off. He glances down at his wrist, where his smartwatch is vibrating. "Shit." "What?" I ask, watching his expression shift. "I forgot I have a meeting with Felix." "A meeting? It’s almost midnight," I point out, frowning. "The investors I’m working with are only free around this ti
Last Updated : 2025-02-16The Billionaire’s Regret 104: WHAT DO I DO?
ELARA’S POV “How did this happen?” My voice is tight as I stare at the endless flood of one-star reviews flooding in. All of them are negative and in such a short time span?” “I don’t know, ma’am.” Bart sounds just as tense. “And the site has been unstable. It’s like someone has been trying to take it down, but when they couldn’t, they resorted to flooding it with bad reviews. I tracked the IP, but I still can’t pinpoint exactly who it is. What I do know is that it’s the same person spamming the reviews and I haven’t been able to remove them.” My heart pounds. “When did this start?” “Around three in the afternoon.” “What?” I nearly drop my phone. “Since three and you’re only telling me now?” “I told Jenna.” His voice is hesitant now. “I didn’t have your number on hand, so I called her instead. She said she’d talk to you and get back to me.” “She said that?” I quickly open my call logs, scanning for any missed calls or texts. Nothing. “Yes, ma’am. But she never got back to me.
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NATE’S POVThe city lights blur through the tinted windows of my penthouse. I stand by the floor-to-ceiling glass, a whiskey glass resting in my hand, untouched. The ice has long since melted, the amber liquid swirling lazily as I tilt the glass. But I don’t care about the drink. My mind is still at that damn booth.At Elara.The way her eyes hardened when I asked her for another chance. The way she shut me down without hesitation. I had expected resistance, hell, I deserved it but a part of me had still hoped she’d say yes. That maybe, just maybe, we’d finally start fixing what I broke.Instead, she walked away. Again.But all hope isn’t lost, she’s didn’t exactly say no… right? I run a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. I can’t let frustration cloud my judgment. If I want Elara back, I have to be patient. I have to prove to her that I’m not the same man who walked away two years ago.But first, I have something else to handle.Valentina.I place the glass down on my desk and
Last Updated : 2025-02-17The Billionaire’s Regret 106: YOU’LL END UP IN A HOLE
ELARA’S POV I woke up with the same gut wrenching feeling that had followed me into sleep. My phone was still clenched in my hands. Pressing the power button the screen lit with Nate’s number. Thankfully, I hadn’t accidentally called him. While I was sleeping. I let out a shaky breath, my heart hammering in my chest as I turned to my laptop. My fingers trembled as I pulled up the website. The moment I clicked on the review section, my breath caught in my throat. The bad reviews were gone. I blinked, refreshing the page once, twice. Still gone. A slow smile crept onto my lips. Bart did it. Scrambling for my phone, I dialed his number. He picked up on the second ring. “Hello?” “Bart!” My voice came out breathless. “Good morning! You did it! You fixed it!” There was a beat of silence. “Fixed what?” “The bad reviews,” I said, the wave of relief crashing into me. “They’re gone. You took them down… right?” “I—” Bart hesitated. “I tried all night, but I wasn’t able to. I ev
Last Updated : 2025-02-19The Billionaire’s Regret 107: A GOOD SAMARITAN
ELARA’S POV I told myself I wasn’t going to entertain this unknown number. But I couldn’t help it. Not after that text. ME: Who are you? My fingers hovered over my phone as I sucked in a sharp breath, waiting. Three dots appeared. My pulse quickened. Then nothing. The dots vanished. I clenched my phone tighter, my leg bouncing under the table. Just as I was about to lock my screen, the dots reappeared. A new message came through. UNKNOWN: A Good Samaritan just looking out for you. I frowned. Good Samaritan? That was the oldest trick in the book. If they were really looking out for me, why hide their identity? I knew how this went. First, they’d pretend to help. Then they’d ask for something—money, favors, something worse. Or maybe they had something on me. A threat. A warning. Before I could type a response, another message popped up. UNKNOWN: And don’t worry, I have your best interest at heart. I’m just looking out for you. A shiver crawled down my spine. This pro
Last Updated : 2025-02-20The Billionaire’s Regret 108: HEARTBREAK ANNIVERSARY
ELARA’S POV THE NEXT DAY. The atmosphere in the, house felt off today. Bath my mother and Elliot are home, but for some reason it felt quite then when they weren’t around. ] “You good wearing that” Elliot’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. As I walked down the stairs. My eyes goes down to my pyjama bottoms and oversized t-shirt. A smile spread across my face, “All good over here.” “Where are you guys going all dressed up?” I ask. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes hooded behind his sunglasses “and who where’s sun glass on a Sunday morning indoors?” I tease him. My eyes dragged across the room. With a sigh from the doorway, my mother adjusted the lace sleeve of her white dress. Elliot was in all black, “You mean, why aren’t you dressed up?” my mother sharp voice cut through the air. Her words sent a prickle of unease down my spine. Before I could ask what she meant, her gaze hardened. “Wait… have you forgotten what day it is?” Am I supposed to know what day it is.
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ELARA’S POV My legs feel wobbly as I walk closer to the gravestone. My eyes itch, and the only thing I can hear is the loud beating of my heart. Even the chirping of the birds tucked in the nearby trees sounds like background noise. Once in front of my father’s grave, I settle onto the grass without a thought about the dirt or the insects that might be lurking here. Because I doubt I will be able to stand any longer. I don’t think my legs would be able to hold me. My eyes settle on the gravestone again. The white lilies and roses my mom had dropped earlier lay beautifully. It feels as if it was just yesterday he died, not three years ago. The memories of all those moments we shared together, every single recital he showed up for, every event. make it feel as if this is all a prank. That maybe… just maybe, my dad isn’t lying six feet under this gravestone. That he’s somewhere else, and one day, he’ll come back to us. That everything will go back to the way it used to be. Even I
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ELARA’S POV Strong arms pull me back against a slightly wet, hard body. “Are you alright?” His deep, accented voice speaks into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I quickly pull away from him. Green eyes stare right at me. The man in front of me… something about him feels familiar, as if I’ve known him from somewhere, but I can’t tell where. I blink a few times, trying to clear my vision as small droplets of rain land on my lashes. “El.” My head snaps toward the voice. Elliot stands a few yards away. “Thank you for the help,” I say to the stranger before striding away to my brother. Leaving like that doesn’t seem right. Maybe I should ask for his name since he seems familiar. Maybe I know him. But as I walk away, I can’t shake the urge to turn back, even if just to get a better look at his face. I don’t, even though I can feel his gaze burning into my back. I shake the feeling away, trying my best to walk as fast as I can without tripping or falling. “
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The Billionaire’s Regret 123: I KNOW HIM
ELARA’S POV The car ride home was calmer than I imagined it to be. Elliot wasn’t as angry as he was before, but judging by the way he kept slamming the brakes and taking sharp turns, I was seconds away from asking him to let me drive. Because the hospital is the last place I want to be right now. Elliot slammed the brakes and the car jerked. “We’re home” he mutters. I put a hand to my chest. “Was that necessary?” I ask with a frown. But my brother only shrugged smugly stepping out of the car. I rolled my eyes as I follow at her into the house. I brace myself, because for the next few days that attitude is what I’m probably going to be dealing with. For the next few days. *********** The next morning I did even see Elliot when I got ready for work, and I don’t receive any texts or calls from him sef he didn’t respond when I tried calling. But Later that evening, when I got home I could tell he was in a better mood when he ordered takeout for us. Not just any t
The Billionaire’s Regret 122: ITS WAS ALL A LIE
ELARA’S POV I take a slow breath, exhaling through my mouth. “I know it’s too late to be telling you this, and it probably doesn’t even matter anymore because it’s all over now, but I just need to get it off my chest—” “Elara, just go straight to the point.” Elliot’s voice is firm, his patience already wearing thin. I swallow hard, gripping the edge of my seat. “Nate and I were never really giving each other a chance,” I confess, breaking the silence that had started to settle between us. Elliot lets out a chuckle, “why are you picking now of all times to joke around I thought we’ve already sorted this out, I know You’re just engaged. ” he says later of factly. “I’m not” I state. He narrows his eyes at me for a few seconds. Elliot doesn’t respond right away, but I feel the shift in his smile had vanished. “The whole engagement, the entire relationship… it was all fake. We didn’t do it because we were in love or because we wanted to try again.” He blinks at me, his brows d
The Billionaire’s Regret 121: DON’T GET TOO ANGRY
ELARA’S POV As much as I want to turn around and steal one last glance at him, I don’t. Because I can feel him. The burning intensity of his stare follows me as I make my way in the opposite direction, toward where Elliot is standing. For the first time tonight, he’s alone. Finally. “You having a good time?” he asks when I reach him. “Not as good as the one you’re having,” I mutter, a little smile tugging at my lips. “Is that so?” He glances at his watch, distracted. My eyes wander, searching the crowd. And then I find him. Powers. That’s what the man from earlier called him. His emerald eyes are locked on me. I don’t think Powers is his first name. But somehow, it fits him. With the way he carries himself, confident, commanding, completely at ease in a room full of people. He exudes power. And that name, Powers, wears him like a second skin. Elliot’s voice pulls me out of my trance. “Ready to go?” What? Right now? I blink, turning to Elliot. “Now?”
The Billionaire’s Regret 120: I’LL SEE YOU SOON
ELARA’S POV I should walk away. I should say thank you for the save and disappear into the crowd, back to my brother or my car or anywhere that isn’t here standing in front of a man I don’t even know, feeling like I should. But I don’t move. Because there’s something about him. Something about the way he watches me, not with expectation, not with amusement, but like he already knows I won’t leave just yet. “I take it you have a habit of stepping in where you’re not needed?” I arch a brow, tilting my head slightly. His smirk doesn’t falter. If anything, it deepens. “I don’t know… Were you going to handle it?” I narrow my eyes. He’s playing with me, testing me. And I don’t like it. “I was two seconds away from pouring my drink in his lap,” I say smoothly, waving my now empty glass. “But I suppose your approach was more… effective.” A little smile tugs at my lips. I was actually planning on doing it, but only if Mr Caldwell had followed me after I left. His ey
The Billionaire’s Regret 119: I wanted to
ELARA’S POV“You know, dear, expanding a business in early July is not something I’d recommend,” Mr. Caldwell says, his voice smooth but condescending, his hand lingering on my back a little too long for my liking.I shift slightly, forcing a polite smile, hoping he gets the hint. But instead of stepping back, he inches closer.Men like this are exactly why I avoid socializing at grand events like these. The flashing cameras, the overwhelming crowd, the endless small talk—it’s exhausting. And then there are the men—the ones who mistake common courtesy for an invitation.Elliot had insisted I come tonight as his plus one. I had wanted to stay home, lose myself in work, but I agreed to this because, for the past two days since we returned to Vegas, we hadn’t had a moment alone. And I needed to talk to him.To tell him the truth.But the moment we arrived, it seemed like everyone had someone to introduce to my brother, or Elliot himself had someone he needed to speak with. I quickly grew
The Billionaire’s Regret 118: TRUST OR TROUBLE
ELARA’S POV I made it very clear to her last time. I didn’t want her butting in with this kind of stuff. That’s what we hired the ad team for. That’s what the staff is for. I wanted her to focus on the work laid out for her, nothing more. Is that too much to ask? But then, when I look at her and see that expression. the shift in her face, the subtle guilt in her eyes it makes me rethink. Maybe she really did do this with the company’s best interest at heart. And maybe I’m the one getting sensitive? “I’m sorry, Elara,” she says, her voice a little shaken this time. That surprises me. “I feel so bad now. I shouldn’t have done that, but they seemed like such a good company to partner with. And when I saw the chance, I just thought we’d want to seize it… to take the opportunity to make more.” She exhales sharply before continuing, “But now I know it’s not my place to decide that. I should’ve been more careful.” She blurts the words out like they’ve been weighing on
The Billionaire’s Regret 117: DO THE HONORS.
ELARA’S POV Jenna ends her call with a sharp click, slamming the phone back into place. My gaze flickers to her, my mind still circling the last thing she said. “She won’t notice a thing.” Who is Brick? And who exactly is this person who won’t notice anything? Me? No, that can’t be right. I don’t have the full context of the conversation. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. But if I shouldn’t jump to conclusions, then why is she in my seat, giggling into the phone with some guy named Brick while she’s been ignoring my calls for nearly a week? A tightness spreads through my chest, but I mask it with a slight arch of my brow. I push the door shut behind me, the soft click of it sealing us inside. “What are you doing in my office?” I ask, keeping my tone as neutral as possible. Jenna gasps dramatically, her face lighting up in exaggerated excitement. “Elara!” Instead of answering my question, she jumps up from my chair and rushes toward me. Before I can react
The Billionaire’s Regret 116: A VERY SMART WOMAN
ELARA’S POV My hands feel numb as I stare out the window. White, fluffy clouds with soft, foggy outlines stretch across the sky, staring back at me. On any other day, I would have admired how bright and pure they looked, how their silver linings shined in the sunlight, or how the sky from up here seemed like an endless ocean. But today, I can’t think about any of that. Because no matter how hard I try, I can’t erase the image of what I saw last night. Nate and that woman… I don’t know what I was expecting from him, but it wasn’t that. Not after everything he told me. Not after the flowers. Not after the chocolates. Not after the note. FLASHBACK Our eyes met. For a second, I thought I imagined it, something flickered in his gaze, but it disappeared just as quickly. Then my eyes fell to the blonde woman sprawled on top of him, her hands wrapped around his neck. She let out a soft giggle. My stomach twisted. The heat in my chest was unbearable, spreading like wildfire.
The Billionaire’s Regret 115: CURIOSITY
ELARA’S POV Fair enough. I glance to the opposite side of the room, where a woman has now taken a seat at what was an empty table just minutes ago. UNKNOWN: Relax, Goldie. No matter how hard you look, you won’t find me. So go ahead and drink your sorrows away in peace. ME: Who says I’m drinking away my sorrows? I ordered one mojito. And I haven’t even taken a sip of yet. UNKNOWN: Seems I guessed wrong, then. ME: You definitely did. I finally reach for my drink, taking a slow sip. The cool, minty flavor mixed with just a hint of alcohol is exactly what I needed. It’s been ages since I last had a mojito. After what feels like a long time. My screen lights up again. UNKNOWN: I have a gift for you, Goldie. Private rooms. Room B3. I’m sure you’ll love it. A gift? A few chats ago, they mentioned wanting to give me something. And now, suddenly, it’s waiting in one of the private dining rooms? A bad feeling settles in my gut. Obsidian’s private rooms are used f
