Ela Osaretin

"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage.
We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment.
For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage.
Today, I finally received his message:
"I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport."
When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend.
In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air.
Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken—to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again.
He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be.
"Aurora, come back. I regret everything!"
Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

Billionaire's Regret, Too Late!

As soon as Damon and I walked into his house that night, I felt his hand on my arm, he whirled me around, yanked me so I was slammed into his body and then he caught my lower lips between his.


After the night I had, I really do need him.


After we reluctantly disengaged from each other at the rooftop, we had been all over each other in the car.


He moved his mouth over mine, making me moan from a place deep down in my center, a place only he knew how to touch.


His kiss was gentle until I melted against him.


When he knew how lost I was, his hands slid around my waist. He pressed them into my back and pulled my body closer to his.


I felt his hardness acutely through my dress. I winded my arms around his neck to hold on as he slowly drove me crazy and my knee went too weak to keep me standing.


His tongue slid along the opening of my mouth before probing inside, exploring me as fireworks went off in my head.


Chapter 88 An addict