Too Late For Regret: My Hidden Billionaire

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bright voice echoing off the mahogany walls o

wheelchair, her hands rough and calloused from decades of hard labor, resting on her lap. She stared at th

, Mom," Dary

th his own. He knew what she was looking for

after finishing her board

ryl's cheap, off-the-rack suit

orget Grandm

ghts to the back of his mind and forced a wa

romised she would try. We just

choed from the hallway outside, accompanied by

lled open from the outside by tw

azor-sharp Chanel haute couture suit. Her face w

ief he was about to exhale died i

uit. Estevan Montgomery. His mixed-heritage features were

f Blaire's back. It was a light touch,

fingers gripped the armrests of her whee

cheered, runni

o cold and empty that Cassie stoppe

positioned his body firmly between his daughter an

is he

, walking straight to the dining table. She stared d

k of documents, and dropped them onto the porcelain plate

rned into Daryl's retinas. Marriage Di

pressed her hand hard against her c

to his ears, a deafening roar. His eyes were bloodsho

sounded like she was reading a quarterly earnings report. "I

. He lifted his wrist, casually twisti

up," Estevan said, his tone dripping with fake pity. "Bottom-f

is palms. The Draconic blood deep within his veins began to boil, sending wav

in the room terrified her. She wrapped her small arms

ack down into his core. He could not lose control here.

d lived in his eyes for five years was

" Daryl asked, his voice scrapi

," Blaire said, adjusting the cuffs

the woman he loved shattered into

Daryl said. "On

rd, his shadow falli

of Cassie. The Doyle fam