All Chapters of Never: HIS REGRET: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

He swiftly turned the phone away before I could gasp anything from its screen. My heart quickened at his actions, a frown suddenly creasing my face."Let me have the phone now," I pressed, grabbing it from his side before he could attempt anything.I glanced at the screen only to see a message that had already been opened. I turned to look at him, but he remained tense, staring back at me. I shifted my gaze back to the message."Boss, all done."My heart quickened, and I looked up at him, perplexed. Without a word, I pulled out my phone to dial the number that had sent the message."Babe, what are you doing? Stop!" James urged, trying to snatch the phone from me. But it was already too late. He successfully snatched it away from my hands, careful not to scratch me.However, I had already memorized the number at a glance. I stood up and dialed it immediately, receiving a response."Hi, how may I help you? This is Leo from Stanbic Group of Companies," a voice replied.I turned my gaze t

Olivia’s POV “Ahh!” I moaned, holding onto the décor as he continued. My body reeled of overwhelming pleasure that I could barely comprehend.I had never experienced it to this extent before. Sex with Liam was nothing compared to what I was feeling right now. It felt like I was floating in the blue skies. I continued groaning in ecstasy when my phone rang.I ignored the call and kept enjoying the moment. The ringing stopped after two rings. I paid no heed to the phone, which was tossed in the corner of the room.“You want more?” he asked, stopping as his gaze locked onto mine ravenously. I bit the inside of my lip, my whole body quivering for more. My head rolled in anticipation.He stopped and pulled my legs down, his huge already pressing hard against my abdomen.“I will make you cry,” he whispered, lifting me onto my feet before I could grasp what he had just said, my body felt tense, longing for more.He turned me over, and shortly after, I could feel him inside me. He started s

Olivia's POV I was about to open the door to the mansion when I received a call from Becky. I slid to answer the call, placing the phone against my ear when I heard a loud shout of excitement from her. My hand still held onto the handle of the door.“Calm down, what's the matter?” I asked, feeling a little surprised. The unease I had felt while coming home dissipated. It was unusual for her to speak in such a manner; something she had never done before.“Ma’am, there is good news,” she reported excitedly.“Alright, what is it?” I demanded, my eyes rolling in expectation of her reply.I noticed her gasp before speaking, completely engrossed in her joy.“Ma’am, all the charges have been dropped, and the scandal was reported to be manipulated. It's on the news now, and the media, along with different groups, are already at the hospital waiting to hear from you. You are needed, ma’am,” she reported.I gasped, my eyes widening in shock at the sudden change.Just the previous day, I had co

Liam's POV“Why hasn't she called? And why hasn’t she separated from him yet?” I asked myself, feeling utterly frustrated as I picked up the cup of black coffee from the table.It was meant to be a simple delivery; an accomplishment. I rubbed the back of my head in agony, my thoughts circling around the possibility that she hadn’t received the envelope.My gaze darted to the report I had just received this morning, stating that the two were seen together, holding arms and driving out of the house. My heart seethed with rage and deep disdain for them. If only I could find a clue to dismantle his plots; that would be a great start for me, or so I thought.I knew very well that I was the target, and Olivia was just a pawn. But she didn’t see it that way, even after I had told her to her face who he truly was. A sudden pang struck my heart, though I wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t the usual feeling of dread toward Olivia but something softer; affection. I shrugged it off, convincing myself tha

Olivia's POV The thoughts never left my mind as I drove back home with Jumia. I needed to do something; I knew I had to find out what was going on and identify that tattoo once again.That memory kept replaying in my head, bit by bit, scene by scene. I held my head in my hands and closed my eyes once I was seated on the couch.“Mum, you don't seem alright. Did anyone hurt you?” Jumia's voice broke through my thoughts, and I lifted my head to meet his gaze. I had no idea what was happening to me or why I was so consumed by these memories that I had practically ignored my son, putting them before him; oblivious to the fact that he was still standing right in front of me.“Mum is alright,” I said, trying to assure him with my words, even though I knew he wouldn't believe me.“Mum, you’re not fine. I noticed it from the moment you came to pick me up. Tell me what’s bothering you, and I’ll make sure I fix it for you,” he replied, his innocent gaze locked on mine.I marveled at his confide