All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Winning Back His Lost Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

JamesI’m heading to Mr. Corleone’s office to go over a few things. Not with Mr. Corleone himself, though—a representative. Since it’s nearly lunchtime, I decide to grab something for Katniss too. I stop by a café near Corleone’s building. But just as I step out of my car, I spot something familiar.“Renata?”I know this car. It’s hers. Even though Renata and I aren’t living together anymore—she stayed at my apartment, and I moved out—we haven’t spoken in ages. Mostly because she’s unreachable. There are still things I wanted to discuss with her, but… nothing.Then something catches my eye: Scarlett’s car, parked close by. How can I tell? It’s rare, plus the license plate gives a clear hint that it’s hers.“They’re at the same café?”Could this be a coincidence? My initial calm is quickly replaced by suspicion. I inch closer to the café to get a better view inside. And just as I thought—Scarlett and Renata, seated at the same table.Scarlett looks shaken. Dark circles under her eyes,

James“Let’s meet.”Surprised but strangely pleased to hear Katniss suggest that, I replied without hesitation.“Sure. Where are you? I’ll come to you right away.”“We’ll meet at my apartment. It’s safer there. I have some things to discuss with you,” she said before abruptly ending the call.Without wasting any time, I made my way to her apartment. But just as I reached the building, I ran into Mr. Corleone. He was speaking with someone, nodding curtly as she left, then turned his gaze to me—a cold, penetrating look.The tension was palpable. His disapproval practically radiated off him.“I thought you weren’t around, sir,” I started, hoping to break the ice.“I just finished some business with the representative you recommended,” I continued.“I had some matters to take care of as well,” he replied, his voice laced with an edge. “Are you heading home?”I nodded. “Yes.”“Then be careful,” he said, his tone polite but empty, a mere formality. As I stepped past him, his voice suddenly

Katniss"I don’t know how she found out, but she will let everyone believe whatever she wants. She’s trying to make it look like she’s the innocent one, like we’re the ones to blame for the divorce,” he explained.I don’t even want to say anything. The words catch in my throat."Uncle?" Giselle’s voice cuts through the thick silence, and without warning, our attention shifts to her. James stands up quickly, wiping away the hardness in his eyes. His expression softens, like he doesn’t want to worry her—doesn’t want her to see the cracks in his armor."Giselle!"She walks toward him and wraps her arms around him. She must’ve been holding it together for too long. For a moment, James freezes, then his arms close around her, tightly, as though he’s desperate for her warmth to steady him."Ah, Giselle. Thank you for hugging me," he mutters, his voice thick with something raw, something I’m not sure I want to understand.I can’t wait any longer. "Giselle, go to your room. There’s something

JamesSpit it out already! You know his name, don’t you? You know who that man is!” I demanded, my voice sharp and unyielding.Beads of sweat poured down his forehead, his face pale and trembling. Who could terrify him to this extent? Just how powerful was the person he was so afraid of?“I-I don’t know, sir,” he stammered.“Don’t give me that!” My voice thundered, drawing the attention of those nearby. Their heads turned in my direction, their curiosity evident, but one icy glare from me sent them scrambling to mind their own business.He flinched, his shoulders hunching further as he struggled to find the words.“T-They… I can’t say much, sir,” he mumbled, his voice shaking. “They… they threatened me.”I frowned, confusion briefly cutting through my rising anger. “Threatened you?” I asked, my tone low and dangerous.“Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “They kidnapped me… took me to some place. They said if I didn’t give them the evidence, they’d…” He trailed off, swallowi

Katniss “Sit, please,” he said, his voice calm but with an edge of authority. I hesitated, my instincts warning me that nothing good would come from this conversation. The air around us felt suffocating, heavy with unspoken tension. “If you think you can fix this mess, then sit and listen carefully. I know this isn’t something you want to hear, but this is the price you must pay for what you’ve done,” he said, his tone sharp yet steady. The weight of his words made my chest tighten. Slowly, I sat on the sofa, feeling the cold leather beneath my hands. He returned to his chair, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, watching me like a hawk. “What should I do, sir?” I asked, my voice low but firm, masking the storm inside me. He tilted his head slightly, studying me with a faint smirk. “Why are you so desperate, Katniss? You’ve already agreed without even knowing the cost.” Mr. Corleone picked up his coffee cup, steam rising from the dark liquid, but his piercing gaze didn’t wave