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The Billionaire’s Regret 96: A TIE BREAKER
ELARA’S POVThe room fell silent. Nate stood frozen, his cocky grin faltering as his jaw tightened.I raised a brow, meeting his stormy grey eyes with a challenge of my own. He wouldn’t do it. I could feel it.“Nate, that would look really cool,” Sienna chimed in, her tone light, completely oblivious to how stiff he’d gone.Kneeling in front of me for some ridiculous shoot? Not only would it bruise his shiny ego, but it would destroy him.I almost smirked, confident I’d won this round. My lips parted to declare my victory- Then his knees hit the floor.I froze, my breath catching.No. He wouldn’t.I think I’m seeing things. It can’t be. The sharp click of the camera only confirmed what I’m thinking.My gaze slowly dropped to the ground, and there he was. Nate, on his knees, holding my shoe in his hand like it was the most normal thing in the world.And that damn grin. So wide. So smug.I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to mask my shock before he could see it.Not yet.There
Last Updated : 2025-02-09The Billionaire’s Regret 97: I WON... AGAIN
ELARA’S POV “Ready?” Nate asks, flashing me that irritatingly smile.I raise my chin and cross my arms. “I was born ready.”He chuckles. “We’ll see about that.”And so, it begins.“Rock… paper…” he starts slowly, dragging the words out in that annoying way he always does. I’ve known him long enough to catch on to his tricks. When it comes to Nate, it’s always scissors. He thinks he’s so unpredictable, but he’s not.Confident, I ball my hand into a fist.“Rock, paper, scissors!”I throw rock, already imagining my victory, but when I glance at his hand, my mouth falls open.“You’ve got to be kidding me.”He’s holding up a fist too… rock.“Another tie,” Nate says, clearly amused as he leans back a little. “You know, someone might say we’re in sync.”I roll my eyes. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Let’s go again.”“Alright, round two,” he says, his grin widening.This time, I’m sure I’ve got him figured out. He went with rock last time, so he’ll definitely switch to paper. I throw scissors
Last Updated : 2025-02-10The Billionaire’s Regret 98: NO ULTERIOR MOTIVE
. ELARA’S POV . Something doesn’t add up. I cant bring my self believe he just want to go to the arcade just to have some “fun” there must be something. Else he isnt telling me about. But whatever it is I guess im abut to find out. The minute we step into the arcade, it was the same I should to go to sometimes, because long time ago, I used to be one of arc obsessed people. But for some reason, unlike all the other times ive been here. Its quite. Eerily so, that even the loud blaring lights and obnoxious music didnt help. Just because I couldnt say no because I failed some stupid, bet I feel he cheat his way into winning doesnt mean oi should stay when I feel like something isa right. “Why is the place quite?” I couldn’t help but ask. As I glanced around with my arms crossed. “Because I rented it out” nate responds casually as if renting ut this whole place wouldn’t cause a fortuned well atleast not to him. “You rented out the whole place? Why?” He shrugs, “fe
Last Updated : 2025-02-11The Billionaire’s Regret 99: HAVING TROUBLES?
ELARA’S POV The arcade is brighter and louder than I we go deeper each machine practically begging for attention. The nostalgia tries to pull me in, but I shove it back down. This is just a game. And this time I’m going to win. “What’s first?” Nate asks, rubbing his hands together like he’s plotting world domination. “Skeeball? Air hockey? Or do you want to save yourself the embarrassment and let me win now?”“You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s about to lose,” I fire back. “Let’s do air hockey.”He chuckles. “You’re on.”We make our way to the air hockey table, and the tension crackles between us like electricity. He’s grinning like a kid, but I’m laser focused. I slam the puck toward his goal before he’s even ready.“Cheap shot!” he protests, scrambling to block it.“Don’t start with excuses already,” I say, smirking as the puck ricochets back toward him.The game quickly turns chaotic. Nate’s competitive streak comes out in full force, but so does mine. We’re both leaning ove
Last Updated : 2025-02-11The Billionaire’s Regret 100: LIVE A LITTLE.
ELARA’S POV I guess the cab I thought is different from the one Nate was talking about. “Dave, I need a car in the next five minutes,” Nate barked into his phone, his tone sharp and demanding. No room for argument. Typical. He ended the call with a flick of his wrist, shoving the phone into his pocket. “Someone’s a little bitter about losing,” I muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. “I’m not bitter,” he shot back without missing a beat. “Sure you’re not. Ask Dave or who ever it was you were on the phone with; I bet he’d agree with me.” His lips twitched like he was fighting back a grin. “I’ll be sure to get his thoughts on my emotional state.” “Please do.” We found a bench to sit on while waiting for the car. Well, I sat. Nate paced a few steps away, back and forth like a caged animal, phone pressed to his ear again. He was barking orders at whoever was unlucky enough to be on the other end, his jaw tight and his hand raking through his hair in frustrati
Last Updated : 2025-02-13The Billionaire’s Regret 101: LET ME FIX US.
NATE’S POVThe silence between us loomed, thick and suffocating. Elara’s expectant gaze was fixed on me, waiting for whatever I had to say.I knew this might sound crazy. Hell, I probably shouldn’t even be asking. But I couldn’t hold it in any longer.I’ve already made my decision: “What if we drop the act?” The words rolled off my tongue, easier than I thought they would. It’s been on my mind for the longest time, eating at me.“Oh, I would love that more than anything.” She tilted her head to the side, taking a sip of her milkshake.For a split second, relief washed over me. I wasn’t the only one thinking about this. Maybe we were on the same page after all.But then, her next words hit me like a truck.“I’m honestly tired of this façade, and I just want everything to be over with already.”My Relief turned to disappointment, sharp and cold. I thought I knew what she meant, but clearly, I didn’t.For a second, I considered holding back, swallowing the truth like I had so many times
Last Updated : 2025-02-14The Billionaire’s Regret 102: HE IS LYING TO YOU
ELARA’S POVThe tires screeched as I slammed my foot on the brakes. My chest heaved as I stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me.I don’t even know how to feel. Does he really think taking me to the arcade and being nice for a few hours was going to fix everything?A few weeks ago, maybe I was confused and Maybe I thought there was a chance for us. But right there in that booth, when he asked me, I could have said yes. I could have agreed to try again.But I couldn’t.It didn’t feel right. At that moment, all I could think about was everything that had happened. How he never deemed me important enough. The humiliation. The whole excuse of he did it to protect me bullshit. It just doesn’t add up. And now, after one good night at the arcade, he suddenly decides we should get back together?It doesn’t make sense to me.And I can’t help but feel like he’s covering up something else.And I just handle the secrecy and Even though he didn’t seem like he was lying… I jus
Last Updated : 2025-02-15The 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
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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
