Beyond His Billion Dollar Regret

marrow transplant saved his life, and we were supposed t

lfriend. Arthur became obsessed, claiming he had "cellular memor

my robe. He called me possessive and cruel when I protested. The man who once promised to cheri

had left of her. Diana saw it and decided she wanted it,

hardened. "Don't be a child,

ode forward and ripped the chain fro

hroat. "This is a punishment, Ella," he said ca

led her away, I knew the man I loved was truly

y voice steady.

pte

arty was suppose

private hospital room, recovering. A bone marrow transplant had saved him fr

hen she w

Mckay?" she aske

her eyes wide and searching. Arthu

. "Gavin Welch... the dono

gram was anonymous. We weren't supposed to kn

ry for your loss. And I'm grateful. B

have a part of him inside you. It's t

ge, obsessive. A chi

d, stepping forward. "We appreciate t

the hospital lobby, refusing to leave. She staged a scene, crying, telling everyone who

"Get her out of here," he tol

, sharp object from her purse and drew a thin, red line across her

t to live for witho

rds. He walked over to her, his movements still stiff fro

e said, his voice

h her, listening to her endless stories about Gavin. He'd sit with

'd say when I tried to protest.

eyes distant. "I'm postpon

no. Everyone is

na isn't in a state to

mer, the up-and-coming artist, was being sidelined for the tragic, beautiful ex-girlfriend of a dead man. I saw the pity

ng his chest over his new marrow. "I feel a connection to her. A guilt. I

e speechless. He was using a medic

His grip was tight, desperate. "Just wait

I saw the exhaustion in his face, and my heart ached. I had been by his side t

a lump formin

eyes full of pride. He' d hold my hand and tell me I was the most

with Monet' s water lilies because he knew they were my favorite. He went down on one knee, his voice th

now? Where did al

e walked through the rooms as if she owned th

mantelpiece. "We would have looked so good in a picture

e her, just nodded. He

ed everything. "Don't be so possessive of things, Ella.

t was about her invading my spac

ntage piece, the only thing I had left of her. I wore it every d

this," she whispered, her v

neck. "I'm sorry to hear tha

ur. "It would mean so much to me. It

"No. This is not ne

animal. "You're so cruel," she choked out, tears streaming down her f

to me, his eyes cold steel. "Ella

t be serious. Thi

. "She's been through enough. Don

how unreasonable this was. "She'

e off. "

ed, clutching her arm. "My wrist.

ier; it was a faint, healed line. But

n. "Diana! Are you okay? Let me see." He cradled her arm

me, filled with rage. "Yo

hand shot out and yanked the locket from my ne

from my neck, but the pain in my

ment, Ella," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Maybe n

fastened the locket-my mother's locket-around her neck. "There," he murm

inging to him. My mother's last gift to me

led her out of the room, his ar

empty. I remembered him giving it back to me after the chain broke once before, his fingers s

in my neck slowly faded, but the one in my chest just grew, a

he man I love

was go

r in California. His voice was a welcome

e sounding foreign and bro

," he breathed. "That bastard never

cutthroat atmosphere. He' d begged me to come with him, but I was young, in l

rong

phone. "I'm booking a fligh

ady, sweetheart.

decisive action. Th