All Chapters of Billionaire's Regret: Second Chance At Love : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

(Scott's POV) "Daddy, what's that?" Liam asked excitedly, pointing at the rollercoaster. I had him perched on my shoulders, his enthusiasm radiating through every word. "It's a rollercoaster," I replied with a small smile. "It looks like fun! Can I ride it?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "No, you can't," I said gently. "Why not?" "You're too young for that," I explained. "When you get older, Daddy will let you ride a rollercoaster." "Is that a promise?" His voice brimmed with excitement. When I nodded, he broke into a happy little dance, momentarily forgetting he was on my shoulders. For a five-year-old, he had no idea how heavy he was, but he’s my son—I’d endure it anyways. As for Allison, she hadn’t said much since we got here. She only agreed to come because she’s the kind of mom who’d do anything for her son. But the thought of Stefan being back in California kept gnawing at me. The way he tried to provoke me at the restaurant still lingered i

(Writer's POV) "Welcome back, ma," the maids greeted as Jenna entered the house, her arms laden with shopping bags. Being bratty as always, Jenna tossed the bags at them carelessly before flopping onto the couch, a smirk forming on her face. "What's with the smile?" Lydia asked, emerging from the kitchen. "There you are, Lydia," Jenna grinned, causing Lydia to furrow her brows in confusion. "Someone looks happy today. What happened?" Lydia asked as she took a seat beside Jenna on the couch. "My plan is finally falling into place," Jenna said excitedly. Lydia raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled. "What plan?" she asked. "Are you suffering from dementia? How can you forget so easily?" Jenna replied, slightly annoyed. "I'm sorry, I don’t remember any plan you told me about." Jenna shot Lydia an irritated glare before smiling again. "Since I'm in a good mood, I’ll tell you all about it." She paused before continuing, "I’m finally friends with Allison." "Allison? The same

(Allison's POV) I wished this was just my imagination. I wished it was merely a hallucination that my family had seen me hugging Scott, but it wasn’t imagination, nor was I hallucinating. “What’s going on here?” Aunt Hilda asked, trying hard not to believe what she had just witnessed. I quickly rushed to her. “Aunt Hilda, I can explain—” My words were cut short by a slap from her, while Alex rushed to Scott and, with fury in his eyes, punched him in the face. Liam, who had seen it all, quickly got down from the mini car he had been playing with. “Aunt Hilda, why did you slap my Mummy? Uncle Alex, why did you slap my Daddy?” Liam asked, unaware that he was only adding fuel to the fire. Aunt Hilda and Alex gave me a disappointing look after Liam called Scott his Daddy. My heart ached as they stared at me. “Aunt—” I began, tears streaming down my face, but Aunt Hilda cut me off. “I don’t want to hear anything, Allison!” she yelled. I could see the tears threatening to spill from

(Scott's POV)I stood there like a lifeless being, not even moving an inch from where I was standing. It was as if the earth had stopped moving, and I became stiff on the ground. Allison went after Stefan, caring less if I was here. She went after a man who wasn’t even her fiancé, caring less about how it was going to make me feel.It hurt so much. It ached my heart to see her running after another man. My heart was in so much pain, as if it was being pierced heartlessly with a sharp rod. I held my heart just to suppress the pain, but it stung even more, with my tears spilling down from my eyes, even though I had done my best to stop them from falling.Why can’t she see I regret what I did six years ago? I was just so desperate—desperate to have my own stand so I wouldn’t continue being a laughingstock in the eyes of my dad and his illegitimate family.I loved her then, and I still love her now. How should I make her realize that she is the only woman I have ever loved, and that I nev

(Scott's POV) I stared hard at the house in front of me, contemplating whether I should step out of my car or not. I had inquired about Aunt Hilda’s address with the determination to speak with her, but now that I was here, I felt too scared to leave the safety of my car—too scared to face the anger in her eyes. But this was for Allison and Liam. I had come here to make things right. With that thought in mind, I got out of the car and walked toward the door. Pressing the doorbell, I waited. It rang, but no one came to open the door. "Aren’t they home?" I mumbled, pressing the doorbell again. This time, Liam opened the door. His eyes lit up with joy as soon as he saw me. "Daddy!" he exclaimed excitedly, running into my arms. I scooped him up and held him close. "How are you doing, Liam?" I asked. "I’m fine, Daddy," he replied, his joyful smile still lighting up his face. "That’s good to hear. Where’s your Mummy and Aunt Hilda?" I asked, wondering if he was home alone. "I haven’