Too late to regret

ya. I don't ha

roze, the silver tray in my hands trembling. On it sat two glasses of vintage c

ainst my ribs. "Julian? It's nearly midnight. We're supposed to be c

ceiling glass, his tailored suit jacket discarded, looking every bit the cold, ruthless b

ed back at me in bold

tone. "The arrangement has served its purpose. My father's estate is

throat that felt like swallowing glass. "Is that all

ere just last week. "Don't make this emotional. You knew the terms. You got yo

d you,

I'm announcing my engagement to Isabella. She's the one who saved my family'

ensive bubbles soaking into the designer rug. I didn't care. "You

me. "Sign the papers, Maya. If you leave quietly, I'll add a zero

protecting, loving, and waiting for. The girl who would have

en. My hands didn

rp, jagged stroke. "I want you to remember this night. Because one day, you're

g back, leaving the velvet