All Chapters of MR BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~DAMIAN~Everything was my fault; I wish I could go back in time and fix it. “Damian?!” Cassie shook me out of my thoughts. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to remind you of them. I know how much their deaths affected you.”“It's fine, Cassie, it's not your fault, I need to be alone,” I said and walked out. Of course, she tried to stop me again, but I didn't turn this time. I walked straight to the living room and got a bottle of whisky. I knew a drink would help me calm down and forget about my terrible mistake. I walked up to my room, gulping down the whisky without needing a glass. When I reached my door, I kicked it and it opened, I walked straight to my bed. I gulped down the whisky, then caught my breath as I felt chills run down my veins and a burning sensation in my throat, which was the result of the alcohol. “Sierra, yes, let me call her,” I said out loud as I remembered her. She always had a way of calming me down, even when I denied it years ago. I knew she was my happy place.

~SIERRA~I pulled my hands out of Nana's hands and said, “I have to go.” I didn't want to have this conversation.“I know, you will go once we are done, it will just take a few minutes,” she said, and I couldn't be crazy and insist on leaving.“Nana…”“Listen to me first,” she said then took my hands. “Gilbert told me he loves you,” she said, and I shook my head. "I mean, I've always known the day in the hospital—on your labor day, the way he acted gave it away, he behaved like he was the father of the kids,” she spoke with a smile on her face."Nana, please, Gilbert is a good friend.”“That's what he disguised himself to be, as he knew telling you would make him lose you.”"No, I...” I stood up.“Listen to me, Sierra,” Nana stood up too. “I know you've been hurt, that's why you built that around yourself.”“I didn't build anything around myself.”“You know what I'm talking about, Sierra. Because of the way Damian treated you during your marriage, you believe men are the same.”“I can

~SIERRA~Damian scanned Alejandro before he turned to me, then to Ethan.“Mr. Winters, good morning, I’m actually...”“Didn’t Ethan tell you? Ethan, you didn’t tell him?” Damian turned to Ethan.“I did, he’s not here for the contract.”“Then why is he here?” Damian sounded cold. Well, I wanted to see what Damian was capable of doing—I mean, here he was acting all jealous when in our years together he never cared. Well, I don't know, as I never got a chance to go out without him.“I’m here to see Sierra,” Alejandro said.“You call her by her name?” Damian sounded surprised."Well, it’s what we used to call her back in school until she became this lady, sorry, I meant Ms. Reid.” Alejandro sounded stubborn."Well, this is an office, if you want to talk to Ms. Reid, then you should wait for her and not near my company,” Damian said. I noticed the frowns on his forehead."Oh, come on, is it that you have a little crush on her too?” Alejandro said, I could see Damian’s hands, which formed i

~SIERRA~I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Ethan seemed to be a good man, there was no way he would do such a thing, so I cleared my throat and said, “It might be a misunderstanding, talk to him about the employee, let’s see what he says.”“Oh Sierra, don’t tell me you are falling for him already,” Lily chucked.“What?”“You’re trying to find the good in him, Ethan might be an accomplice, but your brain just refuses to believe it,” she said, suspiciously looking at me.I cleared my throat. “All I’m saying is we shouldn’t jump to any conclusions now,” I said, standing up."Okay, sorry,” she said, raising her arms.“It’s okay,” I said and picked up my phone—it was time for me to start carrying a handbag, I thought to myself.“Is that why you’re leaving? I mean, it’s too early.”“Oh no, I have a dinner date.”“Uh…”“With Gilbert, my fiancé,” I said, as she sounded surprised.“Oh, alright, have fun, but if it’s dinner, isn’t it a little early?”“Oh yeah, it is. I want to have lunch with

~SIERRA~I didn’t know what to say. I looked at Gilbert, who was now in a thinking position—as if putting the pieces together.“Please tell him, Mommy, Uncle Damian looks like him.” Ingrid held my arm. I turned to her and sweetly smiled.“What did I tell you about people looking alike, Ingrid? It’s a coincidence,” I said, and she nodded."Yes, Mommy, but what I’m saying is that he looks like him just like I look like you, do you think he’s Nathan’s daddy?” "Okay, that’s enough, let’s eat.” Nana took Ingrid and helped her to her seat. I looked down, shocked and scared to face Gilbert. “Wow, this smells delicious,” Nana said, and looked up: “Oh my God, I didn’t know you could cook.”“Oh yes, I learned to cook because my parents were in love with food, so as soon as I turned six, they started teaching me how to cook,” Gilbert answered.“Does that mean you will teach us how to cook once we turn six?” Ingrid, being outspoken as usual, asked. She was sitting next to me, so I turned to her