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Too Late For Regret, Mr. CEO

Chapter 6

Word Count: 805 | Released on: 24/04/2026

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o close her eyes for five minutes, the studio

her body heavy

e front door and

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dma Augusta is having heart palpitations. She demand

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grabbed her coat and purse, an

the back seat of

uxury car was so thick and he

nd Expressway, Arden leaned her head

stomach. The acid from the coffee was

er purse to fi

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to her hands last night when she was packing, loudly annou

ut. She held it out toward Fe

the bag, his brow furrow

ce was completely flat, devoid of any anger,

face darken

ng profile. A sudden, violent sur

show some sign that she cared. Her total apathy ma

the bag fr

pen, pulling out a dark sil

tie deep into the dark compartment, crushing the delicate fabric under his heavy fist. He slammed the li

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o her, his eyes b

heap tricks to tes

Do you think if you push me toward Brooklyn, I'll s

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m in her stomach. A wave of cold s

er stomach, curling into a tight ball on the leather

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in and the sweat on her brow. A flash o

ly, reaching to touch her for

w his ha

ed her head back, pressing herself fla

d, her voice weak but lac

hand froze

efore slowly pulling his hand back,

e that lasted until the massive iron gate

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Yue Manshuang Romance

“Arden woke up hoping last night's intimacy meant her crumbling four-year marriage was finally healing. Instead, Federico tossed a thick divorce agreement onto the bed. He coldly accused her of thinking about his brother and announced his perfect ex-girlfriend, Brooklyn, was returning. To force her signature, the trust fund keeping Arden's mother alive on life support was suddenly frozen. Federico then kicked Arden out of the master suite, banishing her to a windowless, musty maid's room. When Brooklyn later faked a car crash to play the victim, Federico didn't hesitate to blame Arden. He kicked down her door, hauled her up by the collar while she was burning with a severe fever, and threw photos at her face. The sharp edges sliced her cheek, leaving a trail of blood. "If you ever touch a single hair on Brooklyn's head again, I will personally bankrupt your family." Arden stared at the man she had loved since she was fourteen. He actually believed she was a jealous, calculating murderer. The sheer, bottomless malice in his eyes shattered the last pathetic ember of hope she had left. Wiping the blood from her cheek, Arden swallowed a handful of fever pills dry. Love was dead, and she was done begging. She put on her sharpest black suit, painted her lips a bold red, and marched straight into his company's executive boardroom to take back her life.”