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The Billionaire’s Regret 131: LUNCH
ELARA’S POV “Yes… but I can come up if you’d also like me to,” he shrugs. I stay silent for a second, smiling to myself. “I’ll be down in a minute,” I say before ending the call. Jenna raises a brow. “Everything okay?” I nod, grabbing my purse. “I’m stepping out for a moment.” “To see Robert Powers?” she asks, the amusement in her tone was evident. “Yes.” I keep my expression neutral. “Ohh… something’s going on between you two,” she declares. “Jenna!” . “with that blush? You don’t even need to tell anything” I press my lips together, fighting the smile threatening to break free. “I bet you have a lot to do,” I say, clearing my throat. “So, maybe you should get back to work, Jenna.” “It’s a miracle you’re keeping it together right now,” she smirks before finally leaving. I exhale, glancing at my reflection in the window. Straightening my blouse, I grab my perfume and spritz a little. Then, I reach for my lipstick, but pause before it touches my lips. Wha
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ELARA’S POV I thought we were just going for lunch, but instead, we end up at a steakhouse with an outdoor setting. It’s not too crowded, and the air feels warm and a little classic . We settle at a table indoors, near the large windows. I’ve never been to a place like this before but then again, that’s what I get for not going out much and focusing on work. Even though the place looks nice, the steak prices are absurd. But honestly… what did I expect? After ordering, for the first time, silence settles between us. I don’t mind. The swoosh of the TV catches my attention. A Formula One race is playing, but it’s a replay from last month. It’s been a while since I’ve watched a race, but even now, just seeing those cars, the sleek designs, the sharp turns, the roaring engines…. It’s exciting to watch. For a moment, I lose myself in the screen, watching how effortlessly the drivers take sharp turns, as the sped away. “Don’t tell me you’re one of them?” Robert’s voi
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ELARA’S POV“We don’t have much time…” Robert speaks again, but I stay frozen in my seat.I just can’t believe this is happening.It all feels too surreal.“But we ordered. What about the steak?”Robert smirks. “We’ll have plenty of steak at the Grand Prix.”He stands, waiting for me.My heart hammers in my chest. I hesitate, but eventually, I rise to my feet, my steps slow as I follow him out of the steakhouse.A Formula One race?I’m actually going to a Formula One race.A thrill rushes through me, mixing with disbelief. I don’t even know how to feel.The drive from the restaurant to the Las Vegas Boulevard is a blur, my mind still struggling to catch up.But when we arrive—The scent of burning rubber fills the air.The deafening roar of engines vibrates through my chest.Crowds of excited fans move around us, neon lights reflecting off their eager faces.The cheers. The noise. The energy.It’s been so long, yet the feeling is still the same.My palms grow clammy as we approach the
Last Updated : 2025-03-15The Billionaire’s Regret 134: YOUR LUCKY DAY
ELARA’S POV I turned just in time for Robert to hand me a glass of something sparkling and a plate filled with small, ridiculously fancy appetizers. Truffle sliders, so delicate they looked like art. A tiny spoonful of caviar that probably cost more than my entire outfit. Sushi rolls perfectly made they looked almost too perfect to eat. I took a bite and groaned. “Okay, this is ridiculously good, How is this even real?” Robert chuckled, reaching for something on his plate with a pair of sleek black chopsticks. “Okay now You have to try this,” he said, directing his chopsticks toward my mouth. I hesitated. Did he expect me to take it from him, or—? Before I could decide, he moved in closer, leaving me no choice but to open up. The cool, delicate texture of the salmon roll hit my tongue first, followed by the perfectly seasoned rice. The flavors burst in my mouth, a balance of saltiness and sweetness that made me moan to the goodness. “It’s reverse sushi,” he explained, watching
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ELARA’S POV The race started, and my heart pounded as the cars sped off the line. For the first few laps, Ferrari was stuck in the midfield, and with every turn, my stomach twisted with nerves. The Red Bull driver was ahead, comfortably holding second place, and I could feel Robert’s smugness radiating off him. “Looks like I’m about to win this,” he murmured near my ear. A shiver ran down my spine, but I refused to let him see how much he affected me. I straightened and lifted my chin. “It’s not over yet.” Even though, deep down, I was starting to lose hope. Hamilton was still in third. The laps were winding down. There wasn’t much time left. Then, everything changed. With just three laps to go, the Red Bull car and the Mercedes were trying to overtake each other. When the Ferrari car suddenly picked up speed, gaining on the Mercedes ahead. I clutched the railing so hard my knuckles turned white, my breath catching as Hamilton took an aggressive inside line. “Come on,” I
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ELARA’S POV As we strolled through the Ferrari area, the space was filled with chatters, the staff beaming with excitement and cheering amongst themselves. The energy was contagious, and my own excitement was impossible to hide. Hamilton’s win had been unexpected, but as a fan, it was everything. The absolute highlight of my day. “Hamilton,” Robert called out the moment we walked into the lounge. My chest tightened as the man himself actually turned around. A wide smile spread across his face when he noticed Robert. “Rob?” Hamilton raised a brow, and within seconds, the two closed the distance in a brief but familiar hug. My breath hitched, and a dry lump formed in my throat. Hamilton was two feet away from me. The trophy he won today lazy held in his grip. The same driver I had admired my entire life. The man whose races I used to watch every weekend with my dad, the same man I used to celebrate his wins as if they were my own. And now, he was standing right the
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ELARA’S POV “That just happened?” I asked, still in disbelief. “Yes,” Robert said, a smug smile plastered on his face. I exhaled, shaking my head as the excitement buzzed in my veins. I just met Hamilton. I just took a picture with Hamilton. “You got your prize. Want a drink?” he shrugged. “Sure.” I expected a cocktail or something light, but instead, Robert got us these insane slushies that exploded with flavor on my taste buds with every sip. “Oh my God,” I groaned, my eyes widening as the icy sweetness melted on my tongue. “What is this?” He chuckled. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?” “Good is an understatement,” I muttered, already taking another sip. If we didn’t have to leave, I would have easily been on my fourth cup. But since we had to go, I decided to savour the one in my hand. As we settled into the car, I turned to him. “Can I see the pictures?” “Here.” He unlocked his phone and passed it to me. I scrolled through the images, zooming in on each one. My heart did a l
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The Billionaire’s Regret 163: I DON’T FEEL ANY BETTER.
NATE’S POV I switched into a pair of grey sweatpants, and the whole time, it felt like the space around me was closing in. I needed to speak with Dave, but I didn’t have a phone. Then again, there might be one in the car. I never forget to keep one lying around. One important thing I completely forgot? This wasn’t my car. Apart from the perfume bottles, random documents, and candy wrappers, there was nothing close to a phone in here. And that only made my anger worse. I can’t believe I came down here for nothing, I slammed the car door shut and leaned against it, staring out into the dim parking lot. I needed to clear my head. But Even a glass of alcohol didn’t seem like the right thing. hell, I don’t even want to smell it right now. The last place I wanted to be was in that penthouse. It didn’t feel right anymore. Nothing did. Not when all I could think about was how much of a damn fool I’d been today. From the corner of my eye, I caught the sign for the indoor shoot
The Billionaire’s Regret 162: I CAN’T LOOSE HER.
NATE’S POV In a few days I will be handing over the vegas branch and everything that has to do with hales mining & co. to my brother, and will let loose of all my ties to the company. Everything is falling into place but I’m losing the one person I’m doing all of it for. And it’s all due to my actions it seems. And the fact that the realisation is only hitting me now made me feel worse than I already do. Everything she said was true, I am stupid. i didn’t think there was much harm in the things I’ve been doing… heck I’ve only been trying to get my wife back, have her forgive me. have her see how sorry I am and how much I want to make things right. Even though I don’t deserve it, while clinging to hope that she will give me a chance since I’ve been trying. But then in the silence in the car I started rethinking it all, it seems I have been doing it all wrong. She was also right for calling me a barbaric imbecile. I have been letting my anger get the best of me, and instead
The Billionaire’s Regret 161: CAN YOU BE A LITTE GENTLER?
ELARA’S POV “El, I know what—” “Save it. I don’t want to hear it,” I cut him off coldly, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. Even though I barely paid attention earlier when Kyle drove us to the showroom, I somehow managed to trace my way back around the area. It took longer than it should’ve, especially considering how urgent it was to find a hospital or pharmacy. His hand was wrapped in a handkerchief, but that wouldn’t hold for long. I needed to be fast. But the truth is, I don’t know my way around this damn place. I’ve been living in Vegas for a while, and somehow, I still don’t know the roads around here. “Do you even know where you’re going?” Nate asks, his voice low. “I do,” I snap, gripping the steering wheel like it’s the only thing keeping me from losing it completely. In reality, I have no idea how I’m supposed to get us back to the main side of the city. “I don’t think—” “Can you just shut up for once in your life?” I bite, my voice rising with my rising panic. “I’m
The Billionaire’s Regret 160: I AM NOT YOUR WIFE.
ELARA’S POV I wish the earth would open up and swallow me whole. “Kyle,” Mimi speaks up before I can respond to him. “I need all of you to leave right now.” The smile I thought was permanent is long gone from her face. Even though she isn’t frowning, she doesn’t look happy. “Mimi—” Kyle begins. “I know it’s not your fault, but I need you guys out while we assess the damage.” Her tone is clipped, but her anger is evident and I don’t even blame her for getting mad. Nate broke two luxurious bed lamps during the stupid tussle. Thankfully, we were the only people around. What if she had customers in here and he came in making this mess? That would’ve been even worse. Kyle turns and gestures for us to leave while trying to straighten the wrinkles on his shirt. “I’m really sorry about this, Mimi,” I whisper, slipping my business card discreetly into her hand. “Please send me the invoice. I’ll make sure the damages are covered.” “There’s no need to apologize. It’s not your fault, dear,
The Billionaire’s Regret 159: PSYCHOPATH HUSBAND.
NATE’S POV I yank my phone out of my pocket, hands trembling as I dial Dave’s number. He picks up on the first ring. “Dave.” “Yes, sir,” he responds, sharp and ready. “I just sent you a number. I want the exact location. Right now.” “Got it, boss.” I don’t know where to start looking for her since she wasn’t at home, but I hit the main road anyway. My foot is heavy on the gas pedal, heart pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. The phone buzzes again a moment later. “Do you have anything?” “Yes, sir. 288 Flitwood. It’s pinging to a Boho-style interior show room, place called Mali.” What the hell? I hang up, quickly typing the address into the GPS. A shortcut lights up on the screen. I take it without a second thought. Why the fuck would she be in an interior design place with another man? I slam my hand on the steering wheel, jaw locked as I try to shake the thought. My mind is spiraling images of her laughing with some man, touching him. Whil
The Billionaire’s Regret 158: SHE COULD BE SLIPPING AWAY.
NATE’S POV “Right,” the valet mutters, fumbling with the keys in his hands as he searches for mine. It feels like it’s taking forever. My foot taps impatiently against the marble floor while my mind spins with the worst possible scenarios. Each second wasted here is another second Elara could be with him laughing, smiling, looking at him the way she used to look at me. But then, as the valet continues to sort through the keys, I spot a familiar keychain the sleek black one with the silver initials that belong to Marcus’s car. “I’ll take these,” I say sharply, snatching them before he can react. The guy blinks, mouth opening as if to protest, but he must be smart enough to read the expression on my face. He doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t try to stop me. Wise choice. I press the unlock button on the fob, and the car beeps in the distance before I even reach it. “Nate!” I hear Marcus call out behind me. I don’t turn around. I don’t have the time or the patience
The Billionaire’s Regret 157: BAD EGGS AROUND HER
NATE’S POV A few months ago, when Jenna reached out and proposed a deal to me about helping me keep an eye on Elara, I was stunned. Gobsmacked even. She wasn’t just Elara’s assistant but her friend also. So if Ask me, I thought I’d be the last person she’d want to help, especially considering how rocky things are between Elara and me. I expected her to do everything in her power to keep me away from my wife… not offer to play matchmaker for a price. She claimed she wanted to help us “fix things.” Said she could keep me in the loop, provide updates, even talk Elara into showing up when I needed her to. Even though I agreed to this arrangement, I found it a little suspicious and with time I kept seeing weird patterns and I don’t think money is all she wants I think she wants more that but then again. She didn’t do it out of loyalty. No, backstabbers like Jenna always have a price. And hers? Pathetically low, if you ask me. Once everything is back to normal bet
The Billionaire’s Regret 156: THE STAR OF THE DAY.
Nate’s POV“Congratulations, brother.”Angelo pulls me in for a quick bro hug, his signature grin stretched across his face.“Thanks, man,” I reply, patting his back before stepping away.“What is this, your millionth project now?” James jokes from the side, his tone casual but curious.I shrug with a smirk. “Could be. Who’s counting anymore?”The event kicked off earlier than planned because of the product showcase Marcus insisted on adding. He said it’d help widen our customer base and give the brand a more approachable image. He even suggested slashing some of our prices to attract more interest.Which, of course, I didn’t agree with.Our company has been doing just fine with the current pricing more than fine, actually. If it’s not an increase he’s proposing, then I’m not interested. But this entire branch is going to be his soon. A few more weeks and I hand over the reins. After that, he can do whatever he wants with it. For now I want to make this event is a success. To be hon
The Billionaire’s Regret 155: FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES
ELARA’S POV For most of the time now Kyle has been quiet while Mimi does more explaining. Kyle is still holding my iPad swiping g through the sketches. With an expression I can’t quite explain. His hand slightly brushed mine as he turns the iPad to me. “This is good,” Kyle murmurs, his voice low and thoughtful as he studies the design on my iPad. I try to swallow the sudden lump in my throat. Why the hell am I feeling nervous now? It’s just Kyle. Just a stupid couch. Just… expensive cologne and annoyingly attractive… Pull it together, Elara. “But I don’t think there’s an exact design like this here,” I say, clearing my throat and pointing toward a set of couches arranged nearby. “So, what if we swap it out for one of those? Just for the prototype, I mean. If you don’t like them, we could… maybe look somewhere else.” I lower my voice at the last part, just loud enough for him to hear. The last thing I wanted was to offend Mimi by talking about scouting o
