All Chapters of Only Regrets: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ethan's phone begins to ring, pulling us back to reality. Leaving my hand, he steps away, reaching out for his phone; and then, he steps towards the penthouse’s balcony. “Yes, John, I'm at the penthouse. You can come up with all the files and documents.” What is he that he's asking for files and documents? An entrepreneur or what? Calming my heartbeats, I see my phone on the dining table. My hands reach out for my phone. Now that I have gotten the ace in the hole, I take steps towards the nearby room quietly, to call Aiden. So that I can inform him Ethan has kidnapped me unofficially. As soon as I enter the room, I shut the door and turn to the front. I sigh in relief that at least now I have privacy and my phone to call my boyfriend. However, as I glance up, my mouth drops open. My eyes widen in fear. Tears well up in my eyes as I see my pictures on the walls. There's every single day's picture of mine—the day I stepped in New York City, my bangs hairstyle pictures that I had

Enough drama for today. Now I just need to lay in my bed and hit the hay. “I'm going.” I turn and walk further to the door. “I can't stay here anymore,” I murmur. “Let me drop you,” he insists. “No need to. I can take a taxi,” saying, I open the door and step outside the room. Just then, as I walk further in, he wraps his arms around my body and tugs me closer to him, letting my back collide with his chest and embracing me in a back hug. “Keep your eyes peeled. Aiden's anger is not a joke. He can hurt you. But the ball is in your court, Belle. I hope you won't become that girl who tolerates this type of guy.” He pulls away from the hug, takes a grip on my arm, and turns me gently. He brushes the strands of my hair, looking into my eyes. “I know I’m not the good guy…the one who does the right things, who everyone loves, and the one people cherish,” he whispers against my lips. “But trust me. I'm just wanting to protect you, Belle. I will never harm you.” He slips his arms aro

After days of inner conflict and deep thinking, I have decided to meet Aiden and tell him about my ambition. I can't run away from this. He's my boyfriend. I have to face this. I need to tell him. Nothing bad will happen. He loves me, and he'll understand everything. I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. I know it's not a piece of cake to handle Aiden's anger, but let's do this daunting task. Before stepping outside the dorm room, I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I tuck my black V-neck ribbed knit cardigan inside white high waisted trousers, and put on white sandal heels. My long wavy dark brunette hair is looking ravish, reaching up to my hips. I wear my silver diamond pendant. As I apply strawberry lip balm, I suddenly recall memories of those days when I was new in New York. I had a bangs haircut back then in 9th grade, and Emily had a bob haircut. We were sitting in the cafeteria; I was applying my strawberry lip balm as I always apply every other hour. All of a

This is a dream again. I know. I shove him hard on his chest and stand at the ledge again, wanting to jump off. My heart is pounding in my chest. The ground seems so far, and the tiny people below are moving like ants. I can feel my legs trembling and a surge of panic rushing through my body. “Belle, get off,” Ethan growls. I glance back and see him. His face pale and eyes wide with fear. I know that look—he’s terrified of losing me. He reaches out his hand, his voice shaking as he calls my name. “Please, don't do it,” he begs, his eyes pleading with me to step back. “No. You wanted to ruin my pride. You wanted to ruin my relationship. You've ruined it. You've ruined everything. Let me die with peace, at least,” I shout. As I take a step in the air again to jump off the building, he grabs my hand and pulls me back, fuming with rage. “Just let me go. Let me go,” I groan, trying to free myself from his grip and sobbing continuously. “I will not let you die…until I'm breathin

Running away from there, I reach downstairs again, weeping constantly from this agony. I don't want to face Ethan anymore. It is hard to digest that we both liked each other, but we both never tried to confess. The wet shirt clings to my body, heavy and soaked through. I shiver and sob uncontrollably, feeling the cold seep into my bones and heart heavy with pain. My wet long hair clings to my wet body, water dripping from it. Each breath I take is shaky, my chest tightening with each shiver. My body is shivering, not just because of getting drenched in rain, but because of my overwhelming emotions. I wrap my arms around my body, trying to calm down and seek some warmth, but it is no use. Tears mingle with rain water dripping from my hair on my face. It is feeling like a heavy weight pressing down my chest, making it hard to breathe. I feel broken, alone, and foolish. Why hadn't he told sooner? Why did I waste so much time over that idiot Aiden? I feel a hand gripping around m