Lost Me Gained Regret

"Get your ass back here!"

She yelled, then immediately feared attracting the attention of reporters and quickly slammed the door shut.

Recalling her assistant's words, she dug through the chaos to find her phone.

The top trending news had changed - Bella denies Summer's lineage.

Summer felt her strength leave her. At that moment, unable to focus on anything else, she instinctively dialed Mark's number...

The call went unanswered until the cold, mechanical voice of the voicemail greeted her.

Summer, relentless, dialed again and again.

But each time, no answer, just the automatic hang-up.

"Argh!!!" Summer screamed in frustration and despair, and in a fit of rage, she threw her phone against the wall, shattering its screen.

This time, it wasn't that Mark didn't want to answer; he simply couldn't.

Even though the phone was right in front of him.

Gregory lounged on the central couch as if he owned the place, legs casually propped up, showing none of the respect due to a host's home.

could only sit on

coffee, holding the most significant bargaining

to win over

poured himself a cup, fighting the urge to throw the hot liquid in Mark's face. Instead, their cups gently clinked together. Neither spoke, but the tension

Lucius approached,

team had searched everywhere, sparing no nook or cranny, and even employed devices for a thorough check, yet they found

time they came to Mark's place, they had already searched everywhere he

cold fury flashed in Gregory's

He set his

to crack.

aside

Subted aside, not wantin

be splattered with blood.

especially in the presence of someone who troubled him

casually picked up a baseball bat, weighing it in his hand as he slowly rose

flinch, calmly

"If you're capable,

But you'll never

It'll act within two

tightened, the veins on his hands

he cracked