Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Husband
I was twenty-five weeks pregnant, sitting on a cracked plastic chair at the hospital, when my billionaire husband looked me right in the eye and called me "it."
Ellsworth didn't recognize his own wife in my tight coat and swollen ankles; he was too busy shielding his mistress, Jolie, from the "messy cleaning lady" in the hallway.
"Just ignore it," he told his assistant as I struggled to stand. "Close the doors. We’re running late for the gala."
He left me there with a high-risk pregnancy diagnosis and a prescription I couldn't afford, while he drove off in a Maybach with a woman who had meticulously stolen my entire identity.
When I returned to our cold mansion, the nightmare continued. His grandmother treated me like a breeding animal, and the housekeeper tried to starve me because Ellsworth said my weight gain was "embarrassing" to the family name.
I soon realized the sick truth: Jolie wasn't just his lover; she was a mimic, wearing my old clothes and using my old hair tutorials to play the role of the woman I was before the Banks family broke me.
How could a man who once promised to love me now treat me like a stain on his perfect life? Why was he keeping me trapped in a guest room while parading a fake version of me around the city?
They thought I was a broken, penniless ghost with nowhere to go, but they forgot I was once the sharpest financial mind of my generation.
While Ellsworth was busy playing house with a replica, I was secretly accepting a fully funded PhD and auditing his illegal shell companies from the shadows of his own home.
He thinks he can keep me trapped in this marriage just to secure his trust fund. He has no idea that I’m not just leaving—I’m going to burn his empire to the ground before the baby is even born.
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Chapter 9
She went back to the Archives to get her coat.
Hillary was waiting for her. She had rallied the troops. Three other assistants were standing with her, forming a wall in front of Cressie's locker.
"Going somewhere?" Hillary sneered. "Did the boss kick you out?"
Cressie was in pain. Her hip was bruising. Her patience was gone.
"Move," she said.
"Make me," Hillary said. She kicked a stack of heavy file boxes into Cressie's path. "Oops. Blocked."
Cressie looked at the boxes. Then she looked at Hillary.
She didn't step over them. She didn't walk around.
She lifted her foot and kicked the top box. Hard.
It flew off the stack and crashed into Hillary's shins.
"Ow!" Hillary shrieked, jumping back. "You assault me! I'm calling security!"
"Call them," Cressie said. She stepped over the fallen box. She got right in Hillary's face.
"And while you're on the phone, tell them to check the expense reports for the 'client dinners' you billed last month. The ones at Le Bernardin?"
Hillary went still.
"I saw the receipts," Cressie whispered. "You didn't go with clients. You went with your boyfriend. And you ordered the tasting menu for two. That's embezzlement, Hillary. That's a felony."
Hillary's mouth opened and closed like a fish.
"I... I..."
"One more word," Cressie said, "and I send the PDF to the IRS."
The other assistants backed away. They looked at Cressie with new eyes. This wasn't the doormat they knew. This was a shark.
Cressie grabbed her coat and her bag. She walked out of the Archives for the last time.
Upstairs, in the security room, Ellsworth was watching the monitor. He had asked security to pull the feed to see if Cressie had left the building.
He saw the kick.
He saw the way she got in Hillary's face. He saw Hillary-usually so aggressive-shrink back in terror.
"Rewind that," Ellsworth said to the guard.
He watched it again. The kick. The confidence.
A strange feeling stirred in his chest. Suspicion.
"She's got a temper," the guard muttered.
"No," Ellsworth said quietly, his eyes narrowing. "She's calculating. She had leverage on Hillary. Where did she get it?"
He pulled his phone out. He looked at the contact Cressie. He hesitated. She was playing a game. He just didn't know the rules yet.
Then he put it away.
Cressie hailed a cab outside.
"Where to?"
"Brooklyn," she said. "Winters Residence."
She needed her dad. She needed to remember who she was before she became Mrs. Banks. She knew she had to return to the Banks Estate before nightfall to keep the Trust agreement intact, but for a few hours, she needed sanctuary.
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8.9
I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost.
When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust.
His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa.
When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight.
"My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together."
Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion.
The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids.
"Clean this up."
They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest.
I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy."
As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown.
I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday.
This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground.
8.2
In a kingdom ruled by shadow magic, elemental fire wielders were slaughtered decades ago after a devastating rebellion.
Christabel is the last surviving Flamebound.
Prince William is the heir to the throne that ordered her people's execution.
When an ancient magic awakens one older than both flame and shadow they are forced into an alliance that neither of them wants.
But their powers react when they touch.
And prophecy whispers that only together can they save the kingdom...
Or burn it down.
9.2
Blurb
When broke event planner Isabella "Izzy" Hart agrees to fake an engagement with cold, commanding tech billionaire Alexander Blackwood, she thinks it'll be simple: smile for the cameras, fake a few kisses, collect the money, and walk away.
But nothing about Alex is simple.
Not the way he looks at her.
Not the way he touches her, as she belongs to him.
And definitely not the way he says:
"If this is just business... why does it feel like you're mine?"
It was supposed to be fake.
Now neither of them knows what's real.
7.7
She only wanted a chance at love. She never expected that the one man who truly saw her, challenged her and lifted her higher would be the person she was never meant to meet.
Twenty-four-year-old Janyia Hefling enters Peryn City's most competitive career program hoping to escape the weight of being the eldest of six, the expectations of her quietly struggling family, and the constant pressure to prove she's more than her circumstances.
She wasn't expecting him.
Eric Dusine-calm, brilliant, effortlessly playful, a tech CEO who neither looks nor acts the part. A man who notices things he shouldn't: her humor, her fire, her ambition... her.
Their connection is instant. Their chemistry is sharp enough to cut.
But neither of them knows the secret powerful enough to unravel everything they're building-before it even begins.
When a long-buried truth surfaces, it doesn't just endanger their growing bond, it shakes the foundation of who they believe they are.
Heartbreaking yet meaningful. Emotional with threads of humor. Intense enough to ache.
This is the story of two souls drawn together by fate only to discover that fate came with a warning label.
7.2
Leila never believed in fairy tales - especially not the kind sealed with signatures instead of kisses.
When a carefully structured contract binds her to billionaire Damian Black, it's supposed to be simple: public appearances, flawless smiles, and zero emotional attachment. A calculated arrangement designed to protect reputations and secure power.
But high society is watching.
Whispers follow her into every ballroom. Rumors trail behind every step she takes beside him. They call her an outsider. A contract wife. Temporary.
What they don't see is the silent tension unfolding beneath polished smiles.
Damian Black is controlled, strategic, unreadable - a man who doesn't allow weakness. Yet Leila begins to notice the subtle shifts. The possessive glances. The quiet approval in his voice. The rare moments when his composure falters... just for her.
And Leila is far from fragile.
As jealousy simmers, rivals test boundaries, and past secrets threaten to surface, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur.
What happens when a marriage built on conditions starts to demand something real?
In a world where power is currency and vulnerability is dangerous, can a contract survive the slow burn of genuine emotion?
A billionaire romance filled with tension, rumors, emotional push-and-pull, and undeniable chemistry.
8.8
BLURB
He was the broken boy that everyone made fun of.
She was the courageous girl who came to his rescue.
Cassian Vale would never forget the brave young girl who told him that light could still be reflected from broken glass and stood between him and cruelty.
She became the dream that carried him through a lifetime of pain, the miracle he promised himself he would one day find again.
But fate is cruel with its reunions.
Years later, Liora Ashford returns to his world not as the radiant beauty he remembers, but as a woman marked by scars and silence, her once celebrated face altered by a tragic accident.
When she takes a job at Vale Dominion Holdings, she discovers the boy she once saved has become a cold, powerful CEO and he doesn't recognise her.
Terrified of what he might see, Liora hides in the shadows. But when he mistakes her beautiful best friend for his childhood savior, the cruelest betrayal unfolds.
The woman who stole her identity now stands by his side, bathing in the love that should have been hers.
As lies deepen, enemies rise, and the world turns vicious, Liora must decide if she is brave enough to reveal the truth, while Cassian must confront whether he fell in love with a memory... or the woman fate tried to erase.
In a world that values perfection, will love recognize the scarred truth or remain blinded by beautiful illusion?
Genre: Billionaire contemporary romance,Drama Fiction.
Key Tropes:Mistaken identity ,Ceo obsession, rejection , betrayal /twisted love, cold billionaire, love beyond appearance, stolen Identity, envy-driven Deceit, hostile corporate rivalry