All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ariana's POV Okay, so you see this situation about to take place here right now in front of me between these two men. Is this a particular situation I am looking at right now? I have gone through it before, oh yes, and in fact, it ended up in a terrible disaster that got me into one of the things I have been trying to avoid in my life after becoming a celebrity. The media. I have always done my best to avoid it, but well, it looks like these particular two men are not willing to let it go, so I am practically so done. I am not even going to bother separating them, if they want to keep fighting it here right now, that is just it.I don't blame Alex anyway; I understand he is trying to fight for me, and Vincent is irrationally, but what am I supposed to do? I don't want to get myself involved. "Okay guys, can you like please stop this?" I quickly ask, but Vincent is not listening. "I am not going to stop until this bastard gets out of here."" Well, I am not leaving until you vile

Ariana's POV Everything has been sorted out by the hospital officials and Liam has been discharged that very present day. The matter is being reported to the police and investigations are being carried out to figure out the culprits who tried to attempt to end my life and figure out probably the life of my son. It is probably the life of Liam they were targeting. So, did the cops say from the investigation they made? They discovered that the force of the impact was solely targeted at the back seat of the vehicle where Liam was previously sitting down. The thought of that makes me just clench my fists tight with so much fury. I want to break so many things. But well, all of that is useless right now. The thought of it makes me so frightened that there are people in the world who would want to end my life or probably the life of my son. But for what reason? I haven't wronged or offended anyone before. I don't even know what to think. Anyway, my fear right now is nothing compared to

Ariana's POV Surprisingly, for the next 3 or 4 days, I didn't receive any disturbance or any sort of distraction from the so-called Vincent, and it is surprising since he stipulated that he was determined to get back to his son after I revealed it to him.I, however, did not try the least to keep such thoughts in my mind as I decided to return my focus to the present task at hand. In about a week or two, we are going to be heading out of this country straight towards the movie set where the production of my next debut series fantasy movie will be held.I can't keep stressing my mind to think about anything else, or Vincent, for that matter. It is not going to help me the least and I know that.Liam is seated in a section of the large sitting room, typing endlessly into his children's toy laptop while I am seated in our professional mode, typing briskly and scanning through all the emails I have received for the past week.This is something that Clara would do on a normal day on her o

Ariana's POVI feel like my mind is about to tear apart. I cannot take this. This is seriously not happening right now. I find myself in a fistful struggle with the director as he keeps me pinned against the wall, wrapping his arms tight around my waist in a crazy lustful manner. He then begins to plant so many disgusting kisses on my neck and I can feel the slime of his saliva dropping down my shoulders. Oh goodness me, I have never been so irked in my life much to this extent before. I fistfully begin to punch against his chest relentlessly to force him to release me but he is not willing. He moves his hand down my waist and then squeezes my ass as he groans against my neck. "Oh my god, you have the softest butt I have ever felt." He says and begins to drag me to his table." Okay, please stop, I beg you," I say as I struggle to break free, but he is not willing. He places his hand against my shirt and rips the clothing apart, exposing my chest towards him, and his eyes go wide

Ariana's POVI am still trying to analyze what he just asked me, as I continue to look at the windscreen of the vehicle, thinking deeply to myself. "Well, that is actually what I was planning to do," I reply, and then he chuckles. "Yeah, I get it, and I understand. My security will be much better," he says, and this forces me to frown before gazing at him. What the hell is that supposed to mean? I wonder to myself, but he doesn't reply as, within a few minutes, the vehicle finally comes to a stop before that familiar large mansion, the mansion I abandoned about seven years ago. Well, I need to admit, he made a lot of effort in sprucing it up and making it look better than it did all those years, I mean, looking at the compound I am gazing at right now, everything looks even much more luxurious than it was previously. I take a deep breath, as I remain seated in my seat while he takes off his seatbelt, then he steps out of the vehicle and stops when he realizes that I am not making