บททั้งหมดของ His Regret: I'm with his uncle now : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the host began, “tonight we are proud to present the future of Dalton Hotels, founders and Operators of Rhett's. Please welcome—your CEO, Warren Dalton. Your COO, Arden Rhett. And your new CFO, Cassidy Murphy.” A spotlight cut across the room. It landed on the three of them as they stepped forward. Cassie’s heels clicked softly on the marble floor. Her chest rose and fell too fast, but she lifted her chin and kept walking. Arden walked at her side. His hand was pressed against the small of her back. She leaned on that touch without letting it show. Warren, on the other hand, wore his perfect grin. He waved as if the applause was made for him alone. Camera flashes lit up the hall. The band started again. People leaned forward, eager to greet them. Cassie’s heart thudded hard in her chest. She shook hands, smiled, and nodded, but her throat burned. She kept smiling. Still, she could feel Arden’s eyes on her, even when he looked elsewhere. Harris and Taylor sl

That morning, Cassie had posted on her social media. Upcoming auction. The post lit up like wildfire. Comments flooded in by the second. Messages buzzed her phone until it burned hot in her hand. Everyone who was anyone wanted in. And the whispers only grew louder when it was confirmed: Arden Rhett would be attending. The city’s elite swarmed like moths to a flame. The auction was no longer just an event—it was a stage. Savanna was giddy with the traction Cassie’s posts was pulling. She invited her high-profile circle, Misty included. It took a lot for her to convince Misty that she was only using Cassie. Hours of telling Misty that she was her only friend and Cassie was in a one-sided friendshio. Misty finally agreed after Savannah told her that this was an opportunity to embarrass and one-up Cassie publically as the last time things didn't really pan out right. “So, Savannah,” Emily girl purred, “how’s your mom’s auction coming along?” Savannah smoothed her hair, smiling s

The night air was thick with tension, the kind that hummed in the bones long before words were spoken. “Do you have any idea how many cameras are plastered on this building—let alone the ones across the street? Are you stupid?” Harris’s voice cracked as he yanked Trent through the glass doors, dragging him into the half-lit lobby. Trent stumbled, his jaw clenched but his eyes darting like a cornered animal. “I didn’t think, alright? She—” He spat the word like venom. “That bitch was getting on my nerves. She thinks she’s grown a mind of her own.” Harris’s face twisted with fury he could barely contain. “And what? You came here to remind her you still own her? To drag her into your car in front of half the goddamn city?” His voice dropped to a hiss. “What exactly were you hoping to achieve, Trent?” Trent's silence was louder than any excuse. His shoulders hunched as shame crawled up his neck in a red flush. Harris raked a trembling hand over his face, his chest rising and falling t

The elevator chimed softly before the doors slid open. Warren stepped out first. “Home sweet home,” he said. Cora stumbled beside him, while Cassie lingered at the back, clutching the silver railing for balance. Her cheeks were flushed, her lipstick slightly smudged, and the world around her swayed like it was drunk with her. The penthouse was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt expensive. Soft golden light spilled over marble floors that gleamed like wet glass. The smell of cedarwood, scotch, and faint smoke drifted through the air. It was masculine and cold, exactly like its owner. And there he was. Arden Rhett. He sat on the couch like he owned the oxygen in the room with his long legs stretched out, shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, a loosened tie hanging like an afterthought around his neck. His hair looked slightly undone, the kind of mess that didn’t happen by accident, and his gray eyes lifted slowly, taking in the sight of them. “What’s going on?” He said clearl

Cassie’s chest tightened as she pushed past the court gates. She couldn't tell what pissed her off more, the conversation between the executives that seem to trail behind her. Or the shrill slutty voice that was now registered in her mind. Her shoes struck the pavement in sharp, angry beats, the hot smell of clay still clinging to her clothes. Inside her car, the steering wheel was hot beneath her palms. She sat for a moment, her breathing shallowly. Cassie bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted metal. Her phone buzzed against the console. No caller ID. It was Arden. He called once, and not more than once. Cassie's cheeks heat up. He was really something. Acting like he cared, like she was important to him, then parading that floozy around. She pushed all the thought from her mind. Her focus now, claiming her intellectual property. Her thumb hovered over Daria’s name. She hadn’t spoken to her in months. She pressed call. The line clicked once. “Cassie?” Daria’s voice