Not Just A Billionaire

Regret

Damien's desperation peaked as he saw Angelina begin to turn away, her resolve hardening in the wake of his confession. In a split-second decision fueled by fear and desperation, he swiftly moved towards her, his instincts taking over. With practiced precision, he disarmed her, gently taking the gun from her trembling hands.

Before Angelina could react, Damien pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around her, preventing her escape. He felt a surge of manipulation course through his veins—a dangerous mix of deceit and desperation as he clung to her, unwilling to let go.

"Angelina, please," Damien pleaded, his voice strained with emotion. "Don't go. I can't lose you."

Angelina struggled against his hold, her heart torn between anger and confusion. "Damien, let me go," she demanded, her voice muffled against his chest.

But Damien held on tighter, his grip unyielding. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with unspoken regrets. "I know I've hurt you, but I can't lose you."

Angelina's resistance softened as she felt the weight of Damien's embrace, his desperation palpable against her skin. Despite everything, a part of her still longed for the man she thought she knew—a man who had shown her kindness and generosity.

As Damien held her close, his mind raced with a mix of conflicting emotions. He knew he was crossing a line—a line he had sworn never to cross. But the fear of losing Angelina, of losing the semblance of normalcy she represented, was too great to ignore.

"I'll make things right, Angelina," Damien promised, his voice wavering with uncertainty. "Please, give me a chance to prove it."

Angelina's breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at Damien, her eyes searching his for any trace of sincerity. "Damien," she said softly, her voice tinged with resignation. "I need time... to process everything."

Damien released his hold, his expression a mask of regret. "I understand," he replied quietly, stepping back to give her space.

In the silence that followed, Damien watched as Angelina gathered herself, her gaze haunted by the weight of their shared truth. He knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges—a path he had chosen, with consequences he could no longer escape.

As Angelina turned to leave, Damien's heart clenched with the realization of what he had done. The manipulation weighed heavily on his conscience, a reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume him.

And as he stood alone in the wake of their fractured connection, Damien knew that redemption was a distant hope—a fragile ember amidst the ruins of his once-glorious facade. But deep within his heart, a flicker of remorse flickered—a silent promise of a path forward, no matter the cost.