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134: YOUR LUCKY DAY
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The Billionaire’s Regret 135: DONE
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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Last Updated : 2025-03-16The Billionaire’s Regret 136: BEST DAY EVER
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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ELARA’S POV The car slowed to a stop. “We’re here,” he announced, slamming the brakes lightly. I lifted my head from my phone, realizing I had been obsessing over the pictures for far too long. I’d stared at them so much that I am starting to notice weird little details, like how my right eye looked slightly bigger than my left. Great. Now I’ll never unsee that. I sighed, shaking off the thought as I turned to him with a genuine smile. “Thanks for the ride.” “I hope the race wasn’t too boring for you,” he said, smirking. I scoffed. “Are you for real? This was the best Formula One match I’ve ever been to.” “Oh?” His smirk deepened, smugness dripping from his tone. “Well… apart from my first match, that is,” I corrected quickly, crossing my arms. “Still an honor, taking you to your second-best race,” he teased. I rolled my eyes. “If you say so.” “Yeah, I do say so.” A comfortable silence settled between us. His gaze remained locked onto mine, unbreaking, unwav
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… ELARA’S POV The first thing I did when I got home was dive into the huge paper bag Robbie gave me. I still didn’t know why he insisted I couldn’t open it in front of him, but that only made me more curious. What was in there that he didn’t want me to see right away? The moment I stepped inside the house, I didn’t even wait to go up to my room. Instead, I settled into the living room, placing the bag on the center table before dropping onto the couch. Taking a deep breath, I reached inside and pulled out the first item, a red mug with Lewis Hamilton’s face plastered on the side. I let out a soft laugh. Really, Robbie? Digging deeper, I found more Ferrari souvenirs, keychains, a miniature race car, a cap, but what caught my eye the most was the jacket. Not just any jacket. An actual Ferrari F1 team jacket. My mouth fell open as I held it up. It was expensive, the kind professional drivers wore. The fabric, the stitching, the way it felt in my hands, I knew this wasn’t some ch
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ELARA’S POV Elliot poured himself a cup of coffee, his gaze landing on the open bag of gifts. “What’s all this?” he asked lazily. “Souvenirs from today’s Grand Prix,” I say proudly, holding up the oversized bag. Elliot’s brows arch slightly, but he tries his best to mask his shock. I don’t blame him. Even I would have been surprised if someone told me I’d be at the race today. “You went to the race?” he asks, skepticism lacing his tone. “Yes,” I nod, unable to hide my excitement. “I went with a friend.” Elliot steps closer, his sharp gaze scanning the items spread across the table. “So… you got all this stuff, or did your friend get it for you?” I wrap the oversized jacket around myself, basking in its warmth. “I didn’t even know he got them until he dropped me off. Isn’t this cool?” His eyes narrow slightly. “He? The friend is a he?” I can already see the shift in his expression, the way his posture stiffens ever so slightly. Here we go… “Yeah,” I say casual
Last Updated : 2025-03-21The Billionaire’s Regret 141: BECAUSE I WANT TO…
ELARA’S POV“Hey,” I wave as I reach him.“Hello, Elara.”My brows furrow. “What are you doing here?” I don’t even try to hide my confusion. “Here to see you” he mutters.My eyes widen. “ see me?” Strange. Of all the people and in the morning? “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he sighs. “I only came to drop this off.”Before I can ask what this is, he shoves a small crate into my hands.I glance down and freeze.Inside the crate, a tiny kitten blinks up at me, its fur a soft mixture of gray and white. My breath catches. I know this kitten. It looks just like the one from the site two days ago.“Oh my god!” I squeal. “Is this—?”“Yes.” Kyle nods. “Turns out she was all alone. Ran away from a vet not far from the site. So now… she’s all yours.”My heart practically melts on the spot.“Aww, I didn’t know you had it in you.” I smirk, looking up at him.“Had what?” He raises an eyebrow.“A little humanity. To think of me first when you found her.”He scoffs. “Well, who else do I know that
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The Billionaire’s Regret 171: I’LL CHANGE
ELARA’S POV He takes a breath, trying to reel in his temper. “If I leave, we leave. I’m not going unless you come with me. I can’t imagine you staying here all alone and no security” he states with finality in his tone. We? that just didn’t rub me the right way, he can’t come in here and demand that I leave with him. I arch a brow. “We? There is no we, Nathaniel. There never will be.” He messed up the ‘we’. Now there can never be one not again. He can’t be reliable, and I don’t think I can trust that he won’t try anything. It might all start with him staying over. Then he’d probably decide to make this an every night thing. Or come up with reason to stay close. I know Nate and this is how it starts with him. Then, I’d probably start making excuses for him. Then I might let my guard down. And I can’t let that happen. I still have the scars he left me with even though I’ve been shoving them far away, trying my best to forget they’re there. I can feel them. I remember them ev
The Billionaire’s Regret 170: PLAYING HERO
ELARA’S POV “What do you mean they were trying to bug my house?” The words tumble out of me in disbelief as I stare at the truth, the two tiny cameras in his hands. I don’t think I have any enemies. Well… maybe I’ve made a few along the way, but I don’t think they’d stoop as low as spying on me. why would someone even decided to spy on me? my life isnt that eventful. Nate’s jaw tightens as he turns to me from where he was surveying the area. “This is very obvious, El. Someone is trying to keep tabs on you.” “Okay, it might be a silly mistake. Maybe they were looking for another house—” “I don’t think so. That van has been out there since I got here.” “How long have you been here?” I couldn’t help but ask, did he stay long before he knocked? “A long time. A very long time. And they were here even before I was.” I think I also saw that black van when I came back from work. But I don’t want those thoughts to be true. It can’t be. “Still—” “These aren’t cheap knock-offs, El. T
The Billionaire’s Regret 169: THE ONE PERSON I CARE ABOUT
ELARA’S POV I don’t know what I’m doing as I reach for the doorknob and step out of the house. The cold air bites at my exposed skin. I shouldn’t open the door. I should leave him standing out there in the cold until he gets the message. But I open it anyway. And I see him, standing outside the gate. The moment the entrance creaks open, his eyes find mine. And for a second, we just stare at each other. He looks rough. Tired eyes. Ruffled hair. Wrinkled shirt like he’s been pacing for hours or didn’t even bother changing after work. “What do you want?” I ask flatly, not stepping aside to let him in. “I needed to see you,” he says. My grip on the door tightens. “Congratulations. You’ve seen me. Now leave.” “El…” he lets out a sigh. “I’m afraid I don’t have anyone for you to beat up today, Nate.” The street is quiet. No one’s out here except him and me. A black van is parked a few steps away. I think I saw it there earlier when I came home probably belongs to one
The Billionaire’s Regret 168: CAN I SPEAK WITH YOU?
ELARA’S POV The rest of Rob’s conversation fades into the background as a strange unease creeps up my spine. “Elara?” His voice tugs me back to the present. “Are you okay?” he asks again, eyes narrowing as he studies me. “You’ve been staring out there a lot.” I blink and take a quick sip of my drink, masking the sudden chill running down my arms. “Well…” I hesitate. Should I say it out loud? Would I sound crazy? "well..." he repreats leaning closer. Maybe I should ask... “Okay, this might sound weird, but… I think someone’s watching us.” His gaze follows my discreet point toward the glass wall of the café. The street is a little quiet, as the warm orange glow of the evening lights is in the distance. Rob frowns. “Where?” “I don’t know exactly. But it’s from that angle,” I say, motioning to it. “It’s like… I can feel it. And it’s making me really uncomfortable.” He’s quiet for a beat. Then, “I think I feel it too.” Relief washes over me. See? I’m not imagin
The Billionaire’s Regret 167: EYES ON ME.
ELARA’S POV “You finally decide to show up,” Rob said, turning to Kyle as he strolled into the elevator, his usual scowl etched on his face. Kyle hit the button and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Do I have a choice?” “Someone’s grumpy,” Rob muttered, nudging me with a smirk. I didn’t laugh. My gaze stayed a second too long on Kyle, his jaw clenched, shoulders seem tense. His eyes caught mine, and my chest tightened. I looked away quickly.As a deafening silence bang creeping in rob spoke. “Where’ve you been all weekend?” “Busy.” Kyle didn’t even open his eyes. My thoughts flashed to Saturday. To Nate. The tension. Kyle’s disappointed look in his eye before he left, it still weighed heavy. Rob’s voice faded into the back ground. As soon as the elevator doors opened, I stepped out like the hallway was on fire. “I don’t think we’ll manage that tour today,” Rob said, eyes glued to his phone. “Something’s up with my a project.” “What’s the issue?” Kyle ask. “the Italian
The Billionaire’s Regret 166: FIRST DAY
ELARA’S POV “Is that all we have to discuss?” I ask, to no one in particular. I’m currently in the conference room for the staff meeting. Normally, I’m good with it excited for it, even, sometimes. But today? Not so much. Even though it’s just, me the operations team, a few from sales, and finance. Plus the meetings never take long because well we have a small company. It’s a few minutes in and I’m already tired. For one, I’ve been staring at screens way too much lately, because all I’ve been doing after my very eventful Saturday is burying myself in work. I decided to forget everything that happened and just focus, but that came with consequences. Every time I glance at the screen in front of me, it feels like torture. And honestly, the last place I want to be is the office. But then again, I don’t have a choice. “Well, ma’am,” Olivia, who’s standing in front of the projector begins, “the reports are in order, and this is the rundown we have for last month’s operation
The Billionaire’s Regret 165: ROOM TO BREATHE
NATE’S POV As much as I wanted to believe he was bluffing, and this was just some twisted way of him trying to make me invest in his business, but then again, there was a high chance he wasn’t. That look in his eyes, the smug smile and the confidence he had as he spoke, its making me rethink it. I need to be sure for safety reasons I stood frozen in the middle of the room, Jake’s words replaying like a broken record in my head. “The records.” That was the hint he’d left me with. That smug bastard never played fair, and the fact that he wasn’t bluffing this time sent a chill down my spine. I looked around my penthouse, feeling more trapped than safe. It was silent, save for the ticking clock on the wall, and suddenly, even that sound felt too loud. My hand throbbed from the earlier injury, a dull ache pulsing through the bandage, but I couldn’t focus on the pain right now. I needed to get to a phone. Fast. My eyes scan the living area, then it lands on my office. I moved to
The Billionaire’s Regret 164: I PITY YOU
NATE’S POV “Took you long enough to finally get home, huh?” Jake turned to me, a smug smile on his face. “Jacob Hales,” I muttered. “What the heck are you doing in my house?” It had been a while since I laid eyes on my cousin. A while since he’d tried anything to ruin my image or take the company from me. And even though it meant fewer things to deal with, I always knew he hadn’t given up. I knew he’d try to pull something again. Whatever it was, though, I didn’t think I was interested at least, not right now. “How have you been, big brother?” he asked, completely ignoring my question as he dropped onto one of the couches. “Well, from that wrapped hand, I’d say… not very good, right?” he taunted. “Why are you here, Jake? I’ve had a long day, and you’re the last person I want to entertain right now.” “Oh, well, I came to congratulate you on the success of the branch.” “Oh, cut the crap. We both know that’s the last thing you want to do. Besides, Marcus is going to be
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 i
