She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 850

"Since you just want to spend some alone time together, why don't we... go over to your place instead!"

Her suggestion made Preston's deep, brooding eyes widen a fraction.

Eclipse Noir Club.

Despite being a nightclub, Eclipse Noir Club kept its doors open during the day as well.

But certainly not at the crack of dawn.

Everett Kingsley had been pacing outside the securely locked entrance like a headless fly for well over an hour.

He looked entirely weighed down by his thoughts, his appearance disheveled and miserable.

Especially his eyes, which were framed by massive, bruised-looking dark circles.

Because Everett had barely slept a wink the entire night.

He had tossed and turned, trying to rationalize and curse himself into submission, but he couldn't untangle the suffocating knot in his chest.

He had slept with Daphne Morrell.

Even though they had both been completely hammered, alcohol was no excuse.

The undeniable reality was—

He had taken Melanie's absolute best friend to bed.

But the woman he actually had feelings for was Melanie.

Not Daphne.

Everett felt like he had profoundly wronged Daphne.

And betrayed Melanie even worse.

On top of making a total mockery of his deep, lingering devotion to Melanie.

To Everett, this felt like the single most catastrophic mistake he had ever made in his entire life.

Far worse than when he had forced himself to marry Evelyn Hale just to step aside for Dominic Hale and Melanie.

Far worse than when Evelyn nearly got him killed, leaving him stranded and fighting for his life in The Marlowe District.

Even though Daphne hadn't asked him to take any responsibility for what happened.

He couldn't forgive himself or let it slide.

He had to do something to make it right for her, no matter what it took.

And yet...

The money he had offered as compensation had apparently infuriated her.

Now Everett was more clueless than ever about how to handle the mess.

Daphne didn't demand he take responsibility, and he certainly didn't want to date her purely out of obligation either.

Dominic was already sick and tired of listening to her endless sobbing and complaints.

"It's your own fault for being stupid enough to make that bet in the first place! And you couldn't even bet on something normal—you agreed to let her demand absolutely anything. What if she asked for billions of dollars, what would you have done then?"

"Dominic..."

"Don't expect me to give you a single dime to fix your mess!"

Dominic's ice-cold, deeply selfish sneer made Leila grit her teeth so hard her jaw ached.

But she couldn't afford to burn this bridge right now.

She had already lost her career.

If she lost Dominic too, she would be left with absolutely nothing.

Melanie had been utterly ruthless in tearing her down.

There was no way Leila could just swallow that humiliation.

She was going to make Melanie pay for what she did!

"Dominic..."

Forcing her simmering rage down, Leila faked a vulnerable pout and nestled herself willingly against his chest.

"Think about it. Was Melanie really slapping me in the face? No, she was using me to publicly slap you!"