All Chapters of MR. BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET; I WANT YOU BACK: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Author's POV Vivian took a calculating step into the club, a reassuring smirk on her face as she went straight for the bartender to get a drink.She took a seat right before the drink arena while her eyes scanned the entire place. There was a loud speaker blaring a mix of hip-hop and rap music from the corner. Damn, it was so loud.She could also see lots of people dancing and moving their bodies to the rhythm. It was cute she thought but she was in no mood to dance at that point. The chatter and giggles spreading from all corners in the club reminded her of the one reason she was here in the first place and that was – to forget all of her worries and just drown herself in the present moment.She stole a quick glimpse at Colin for the second time. He still had people around him. He and some weird looking dude that seemed to her like a Mafia rasta were deep in a discussion which she think must be about something really suspicious.And even though she wanted to join them so she could

Carl ran off to the stage with his peers. They were so cute with their tiny caps and gowns, as they smiled on the stage. I sat on the chair, a hint of pride in my eyes as I stared at Carl whose face was adorned with a wide grin.The ceremony began with the kids offering a rendition of the Alphabet. As people cheered for them, I scanned the entire hall and the entrance to see if Logan had arrived.“Ten fifteen..” I whispered as I took my gaze to the wall clock.“Where are you, Logan? You said you'd make it today..” I mumbled, feeling so nervous.I took my phone and began dialing his number but it wasn't going through. My heart nearly shattered. What would I tell Carl if Logan didn't show up? How would he feel?“Please pick up, pick up, Logan.” I whispered and sighed, feeling restless as the time ticked by..I dialed his number again and again but there wasn't any response.Just when I was about to give up, I heard footsteps, and I turned around to see who it was Relief etched my fea

The room was illuminated with the rays of the sun. It was still nine in the morning but the sun was up already. When I was done preparing breakfast, Brenda helped me stuff our bags with snacks. We filled the bags with fresh fruits, water, cheese and crackers, sandwiches and trail mix.“Everything is ready, ma'am,” Brenda informed me as she grabbed the bags and took them to the sitting room.I was in a bright yellow sundress and espadrilles. Carl walked up to me to give me my hat “Thank you,” I whispered, leaning towards him to plant a kiss on his forehead.He was in a tank top and colorful Hawaiian-print shorts. I wore my sunglasses and let my hair down.“It's time to go,” I said, a relaxed smile on my face as I pulled Carl’s hand. Marco trailed behind me, wanting to follow us but I stopped him, “No need, Marco. I'm going out with Logan. He'll be coming here to pick us,”“Okay, ma'am. Stay safe.” He replied.After a while, Logan drove in, his car horn piercing the silence. Carl jum

Author's POV Collin strolled the dimly lit room, his mind swirling with several thoughts. He took out a packet of cigarettes from his drawer. After settling on the chair, he lit his cigar and dragged on it. He puffed, staring into the distance.“Emerald…” He whispered, his lips twitching. Sliding his fingers into his hair, he got on his feet and went to his room. He rummaged through his attics and photo album cabinet, searching for an old picture. When he finally found it, he smiled, his fingers trailing over it like they were gold to him.His eyes shone with desire as he stared at the image on the photo. “Emerald, my love,” He whispered, running his hands and at the edge of the frame.It was a photo of him and Emerald at the airport. The first photo they ever took. It was during that period when Emerald returned from Paris. She and Collin had met in Paris back then and they returned to the States together “You left me, but I won't stop until I have you back.” Collins whispered u

Emily's POV I rushed home to meet Carl after a hectic journey. As I slipped my feet off my shoes, I made a half run to his room that Saturday afternoon. Carl has been ill lately. First, he had a fever and after some weeks, he's having diarrhea and digestive issues. I took him to the pediatricians who prescribed some medicines for him. At first, he recovered but his illness kept coming over and over again. And this time around, it wasn't cough, or diarrhea or digestive issues, he had skin rashes and shortness of breath.He was given some medicines but after a while, his illness kept coming back. This made me even more confused. Logan wasn't in town at the moment. After returning from his trip the last time, he went on another trip to California. “I don't feel okay, mom,” Carl mumbled, reclining on the bed. Brenda tried feeding him but he refused to eat any of his meals“I don't think he has an appetite, ma'am,” she replied, keeping the tray of food away.Because of his illness, I wa