All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Winning Back His Lost Love: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

KatnissI was tidying up some documents when Mr. Corleone’s voice suddenly broke the silence of the room. “James and Renata are officially divorced today,” he said bluntly, sitting in the chair with an unreadable expression.I froze for a moment, my fingers pausing over the paper. I tried not to react, but my heart began to beat faster than usual. There was something inside me that felt unexpectedly light, as if a weight I hadn’t even realized was there had been lifted.However, I knew better than to show what I was feeling. I lifted my gaze, making sure my expression remained neutral. “Oh,” I murmured briefly, as if it were just another piece of news. “That’s their business. It has nothing to do with me.”Mr. Corleone raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on me as if it could pierce through my thoughts. “Really? Nothing at all, Katniss?”I sighed, lowering my head back to the documents. “I’m just your secretary, Mr. Corleone. James’s personal life has nothing to do with me.”He chuckled

JamesThat day, like usual, I stood watch at the guard post of Mr. Corleone's mansion. It felt odd, standing there, observing every person who came and went. But deep down, there was only one person I wanted to see: Katniss. I still couldn't believe I had managed to get this job, but somehow, I felt like this was the only way I could stay close to her—even if only for a brief moment.The area outside was quiet, so I was given the task of checking a few sections of the mansion. I walked through the halls, my heart pounding, restless with every step. A few minutes ago, Katniss and Giselle had left, so I figured now was the perfect time to check something my friend had left for me at the guard post. But as I passed through the living room door, I froze.There, in the front room, something made my heart leap into my throat—Katniss. She had just entered the same room as Mr. Corleone.I stood still, struggling to remain calm as a wave of jealousy surged within me. I knew, I knew, she was ma

JamesI remember the feeling of Katniss as if the very thought was trying to drag from my mind. My happiness has no bounds; I am even getting tired of smiling as I walk around the room. In the way she clung to me, the way she whispered please help me, the way she shivered and sought refuge in my embrace – it was like we hadn’t changed at all. It felt right.I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. “You know, this whole ‘guarding Ethan Corleone’s mansion’ thing might not be the disaster I thought it’d be. At least I get to see you, Katniss.”My voice fades into the quiet room, but the emotions stay, swirling like a storm I can’t contain. I closed my eyes, with the intention of sleeping, but my brain could not keep idle. Her—him—these thoughts won’t let me sleep.I stand up annoyed and put on my sandals. “Fine. If I can’t sleep, the least I can do is have a drink of water.”The hallway is empty when I go toward the kitchen, then I hear it—a door has been opened. My heart stops.It’s hi

KatnissI stared at his car. Ethan told me I didn’t need to go to work today. He said it was my right to take a break since I had complained earlier about a headache. He insisted I stay home and pamper myself.I touched my forehead. Ethan had just kissed it—his kiss was soft and full of love, but somehow, I didn’t like it. The uncomfortable feeling was so strong. What bothered me most, though, was the disappointed look on James's face that kept playing in my mind.“Katniss, what do you even want from that man? He’s the one who put you in this difficult situation. You should stop thinking about him.”But the heart wants what it wants.“Mommy.” I snapped out of my thoughts when Giselle called me.“Ah, yes, sweetheart?” I replied.“I want to play,” she said, her face scrunched up. Giselle hadn’t been outside for a long time. Poor thing, she must feel trapped.I looked at the situation. Is it okay for Giselle and me to go out in public now? The news about James and my wedding with Ethan h

KatnissJack’s smile was so bright that I couldn’t help but laugh freely alongside Giselle. That rare feeling of connection felt so pure, so genuine.As Jack glanced at his phone, Giselle ran toward him, her little feet kicking up sand.“Uncle Guard! Show me the photo!” she chirped excitedly.Jack chuckled warmly. He knelt down, holding out his phone to show her the screen. On it, he had recorded a video of us laughing, playing with the ocean waves and the soft sand."See this," he offered softly. "You two look so happy. It’s such a lovely moment, and I simply couldn’t help myself—I had to capture it." After a brief pause, he added, "I think this might be my favorite video from now on."His words made my heart skip. Did he really mean it? Did he like me and Giselle that much?Jack suddenly looked up at me, his expression slightly startled, as if he had realized something he wasn’t supposed to say out loud.“I mean—” He cleared his throat nervously. “I’ve told you before, haven’t I?