All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“What are you going to do with him? Take him back???" Brion demanded, his gaze incredulous. “Take him back?” I scoffed, a smirk coming over my face as I stared at the picture in my hand. “I have no plans to do that, Brion. I want him to fall for me, then push him down like he did to me. I want to make him feel the pain I passed through in his hands.” I got to my feet and threw the picture on the floor. “It's time he dances to the tune of his music,” I gritted out as I stomped hard on the picture. “What if he has a trick up his sleeves? How do you propose to work against someone like him?!” Brion yelled at me. “This is dangerous, Nova. I'm not letting you do this. You are not going anywhere near that man. If he wants to fight for legal custody of the kids, I can fight him with my resources. I don't want you to get hurt because of him!” “I know what I'm doing.” I plopped down on the couch. “I have thought about this. It's the only way for me to get back at him.”This was the only t

I slowly pulled my still throbbing cock from her depths. Looking down, I watched a trickle of her cum dribble from her pussy and down the crack of her arse. She shivered, her gaze searching mine. Though her eyes were hard, almost like she had some thoughts bottled up, I knew it did not satisfy her with what we had just done. I got down from the couch, carried her up, and took her to the bathroom. I wanted to take her to her room, but she shook her head and asked me to carry her to mine, a place I was more than willing to take her into. Ever since she returned to the house, she always stayed in her room. She had never stepped foot into mine. I bathed her, and brought her back to the bed, thinking she would rest after what we did, but she didn't seem like she wanted that. Like I noticed earlier in the parlour, she didn't seem content with what we did. I didn't either. A quickie had never been enough for me, and that was what we just had a quickie. One of my best, Mind you. Wordlessl

DASHIELL She was punishing me, I can tell. Even though she claimed she wasn't, Nova was getting back at me for what I did five years ago. Each time we slept together, she would leave the room. She never stayed after it, even when I begged to cuddle with her. She was clear about it. Sleeping with me was just scratching an itch for her. She forbade me from entering her room. She had a rule. We only slept together whenever she felt like it, and even at that, she always decided where and when. It was just like the time when we first lived together. To top it all, she made me promise never to reveal our relationship to our workers. She didn't want anyone aside from those who knew about us before to be aware of our affair. I couldn't argue about it. She emphasized that she would leave me should I question all the rules she gave, and I wasn't ready to let that happen. I was torn. Getting her back was the thing I wanted more than anything else, but now that I had her back, I perceived

NOVA“Yes, that will be all for today.” I got up from my chair, smiling at them. “If you have questions, you can visit my office anytime. I will be open to any discussion. Especially designs,” I added with a chuckle. "I love those." Brion always joked that I lived for it.“I do have one.” Benita got up and walked over to me. “I still don't understand this.” She gestured to her tablet. “Mr Dashiell approved of this site. Don't you think it won't go well with the theme? I believe it's too extravagant. It will make everything seem too flashy.” She made a face at that. "We don't need anything like that, not with the emerald green accent." Nodding, I took the tablet from her and scrolled through the pictures of the venue. She had pictures of the hall and the entire building. “True. This won't go.” Benita wasn't the only one who thought about the venue. I figured I would leave the others to point it out. Who would have guessed Benita was the only one who would do that? I bet none of them

My food arrived 10 minutes after I placed the order, and I hurriedly ate it while checking the time. The last thing I needed was to arrive at their school late. I wanted to avoid getting my ears chewed by my babies, who always complained about how late I was to pick them up. They loved it whenever Brion picked them up because he was always on time. Not only that, but he takes them to get an ice cream each time. And that right there was the main reason. Unlike Brion, I hardly take them out to get ice cream unless I promised them prior to picking them up.I exited the restaurant after tipping the server and security man by the door, humming as I walked over to my car. I still had 10 minutes to rush over to their school. Having eaten for 30 minutes, I had to use 5 minutes to rest. Close to my car, I noticed something odd. There were handprints on the side of my door like someone leaned over it. Puzzled, I squatted in front of it, as my hand instinctively went to the tyre. I checked to s