All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DASHIELL“Can we not use condoms tonight?” Lilith requested, looking up at me with a pout. She wrapped her hands around my neck, to bring me closer for a kiss, but I averted my face, so she could only place it on my cheek, narrowly missing my lips. “What's wrong?” She frowned, sitting back on the bed. “You have been behaving oddly for days now. Did I do something bad?” She folded her arms, looking at me like a petulant child. “Not at all.” Smiling, I reached towards her. “It's just….” I trailed off, struggling to come up with an excuse that wouldn't make her raise a brow. “I have been preoccupied with work. There are things I need to sort out," I lied through my teeth, knowing she wouldn't realize I wasn't telling the truth. She frowned, not uttering a word, just looking at me like she was trying to figure me out. Sighing after a few seconds of staring at me, she placed her head on my chest. “You can tell me whatever you need to get off your chest. I promise to lend a listening ear

He looked shocked when I stood up, as if he was expecting me to back down, to show his superiority. Clearing my throat, I began, going through everything I had already prepared. As if I knew this was going to happen, I went through a rundown of the new design I was working on, the same that was almost crippling me with the excessive demands. For the first time since I started my career, it was the first time I was working on a given theme, not from inspiration, as I had always done. It was a challenge to me, one I wasn't ready to flunk. Dashiell and the others looked shocked as I went through everything I wrote. He was surprised, like the others, that I actually prepared for it. “That's all I have to say. Thanks for listening.” I sat back in my chair, a small smile playing on my lips at my victory. Without being told, I knew I had won the battle. “Is there anything you desire me to speak on?” I lifted an eyebrow at him, smirking. “Do you need me to speak on the colours or ….” Just

NOVATo take my mind off Dashiell, and the thing that happened in the boardroom, I took half a day off to rest. Brion had already informed me he wasn't picking the kids up from school because he had a meeting with someone. This he told me through a text he sent this morning after he took the kids to school. Like I said, he hadn't spoken to me since that fateful day, aside from when he deemed it necessary to do so. “Mum, did you argue with Uncle Brion?” Willow asked, peering at me with her cute eyes. I stilled at her question before I cleared my throat, forcing a smile as I demanded, “No, why did you ask?”“Why has he stopped smiling with you?” “He doesn't help you in the kitchen anymore,” River added, his mouth in a pout as he watched me. “Did you do anything to him?”Now, that amused me. “Why do you think I was the one who did something to him and not the other way around?” I patted their heads, smiling to ease their worries. “Because Uncle Brion likes you. He can never do anyth

DASHIELL“Mr Marshall,” I said, my voice clipped as I stared at him with a fake smile on my lips. “It's nice to have you honouring the invite.” Though my words sounded thrilled, my tone was far from being that. I wanted nothing to do with the man standing in front of me, and I could tell he felt that way. Had it not been for Nova, I would have called an end to the agreement. I wouldn't have wasted my precious time with this bastard, smiling at me like one who had a secret to share. “Mr James,” he greeted, inclining his head with a small smirk placed on his lips. His light green eyes peered into mine, challenging me to back down from the stare, but I held on. This was a battle, one I wasn't ready to lose, and I won. Keeping my gaze on him, I smiled when he averted it at last. Sighing, he released my hand from the grip and sat down, the small smirk on his lips still there as he watched me. I sat back on my chair and commenced with the meeting. Listing out the things I needed for this

NOVAMy heart thumped against my chest as I watched him. Knowing he met River freaked the hell out of me, but not as much as it would have done had he met Willow. Thankfully, I had Willow indoors because I was braiding her hair. Else, he would have known she was his, at a glance. River looks so much like me, while Willow is a replica of her dad.“Nova?”“He's my son,” I gritted out at last, glaring at him as I tried to conceal my expression, so he wouldn't notice how scared I was. “Your son?” He frowned, drawing another step toward me. “Our son?”“Not really.” I unfolded my arms and placed my hands behind me to hide them. The last thing I wanted was for him to see how much my hands were trembling. He would know I was hiding something from him.“Not really?” “Our child… Died… Just like you wished.” I had to bite my lower lip at my words while cancelling the evil pronouncement on my kids. There was no need to let him know the kids were alive. Knowing his child was dead might make him