The CEO's Regret: You made me your lie, I become your Loss-Chapter 107: Let it out

Amara had retreated to the darkened study, sitting on the floor with her head in her hands, the weight of the world finally crushing her. The sound of the door opening made her flinch, but the scent of cedar and expensive soap told her exactly who it was.

Julian didn’t say a word. He sat on the floor beside her, pulling her shaking body into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting on the top of her head as she wept into his shirt.

"I’ve got you," Julian whispered, his voice a low, steady anchor. "Let it out, Amara. You’ve been holding the weight of this entire family for three days. You don’t have to be the CEO or the sister right now. Just be my wife."

"She hates me, Julian," Amara sobbed. "And Leo... he’s changing her. She won’t listen to me."

Julian’s grip tightened, his eyes fixed on the door with a cold, protective intensity. "She’s being manipulated, and the timing is too perfect. But I’m not going anywhere. I’ll handle the bank, I’ll handle the Creeds, and I’ll deal with Leo if I have to. You just breathe."

He stayed there with her in the dark for hours, a silent sentinel against the chaos of the house, his presence the only thing keeping her from shattering completely.

The next few days were a blur of legal battles and sleepless nights. The revelation that Silas’s claim was legitimate sent shockwaves through the Pedro Corporation, but it was the man himself who remained the biggest enigma. Julian’s private investigators had turned up a chilling detail: until three years ago, Silas hadn’t been a Creed at all.

He was Silas Kissado, a name that didn’t ring a single bell in the Pedro family history.

How a man named Kissado had transformed into a Creed and why Mr. Pedro had ever signed a document involving him was a mystery that haunted Amara. It felt like her father had been guarding a secret far darker than a simple business debt.

The tension reached a breaking point when Silas made his final move. He didn’t want the seat for himself. During a tense emergency meeting, he dropped a bombshell that drained the remaining color from Amara’s face. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"I am stepping down from the board," Silas announced with a serpentine smile. "I am transferring my ten percent share to my legal heir. My nephew... Sebastian Creed."

The room went cold. Amara felt Julian’s hand tighten on the back of her chair until the wood creaked. The man who had once made her life a living hell was being handed a key to her family’s kingdom.

—

Across the city, in a high-rise penthouse that smelled of sterile clinical cleanliness and expensive scotch, Sebastian Creed was standing on his own two feet for the first time in months. His recovery had been grueling, but the fire of obsession had kept him moving.

He looked at the digital tablet on his desk, scrolling through high-resolution photos taken of Amara just hours ago, entering the office, looking pale and beautiful in her mourning clothes, Julian Vale always at her side like a rabid guard dog.

Sebastian hadn’t touched another woman since separating from Amara. His bed was cold, his house silent, and his mind was a loop of "what ifs."

He had the money again. He had the Creed name. He even had a seat on her board now. But he lacked the one thing that would truly bind her to him forever.

"A legacy," Sebastian whispered, his fingers tracing her face on the screen. "I don’t want an heir with anyone else, Amara. I want our child. And I’m going to take back everything Julian thinks he owns."

–

Back at the estate, Amara was caught between two fires. On one side, Amira was becoming increasingly erratic, fueled by Leo’s whispers that Amara was hoarding the power. On the other hand, the ghost of Sebastian was no longer a memory; he was a physical threat coming to sit at her table.

Julian found her in the garden that evening, staring at the gate. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her back against his chest.

"I saw the filing, Amara," Julian said, his voice dark and determined. "Sebastian is coming. He thinks he can use that seat to get close to you again."

"He wants more than the seat, Julian," Amara whispered, her voice trembling. "I can feel it. He’s been watching me."

Julian turned her around, his hands cupping her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip just as he had on the terrace. "Let him come. He’s walking into a trap he doesn’t even see. I’m going to find out how Silas Kissado became a Creed, and I’m going to use it to bury them both."

—

The high-floor office of Creed Tech was a masterpiece of cold glass and sharp angles, reflecting the man who now stood at its center.

Sebastian fastened his watch, the movement fluid and strong, a testament to the months of grueling physical therapy. On the massive mahogany desk lay the signed contracts for the merger he’d just closed, a deal that should have felt like a crowning achievement.

But the moment the door clicked shut, his eyes drifted to the small, encrypted tablet hidden in his top drawer.

The image on the screen was a high-resolution shot from a distance. It was Amara on her honeymoon. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was radiant in a way she had never been with him.

The "slow-burn" joy in her eyes as she looked at Julian Vale was a jagged blade in Sebastian’s chest. It was a regret so hollow and heavy that it threatened to pull him under every time he let himself look.

He heard footsteps and reflexively snapped the drawer shut, his face becoming a mask of professional indifference.

Damian, his oldest friend and one of the few who had stayed through the wreckage of the separation, walked in with a wide, genuine grin.

"Look at you! Back on your feet and closing ten-figure deals," Damian said, clapping him on the shoulder. "I have to admit, Seb, I was worried. But seeing you like this... It’s good to see you’ve finally put Amara in the rearview mirror."

Sebastian didn’t even flinch at the name. "She was a Chapter, Damian. The book is closed."

"Good. Because I heard her mother passed recently," Damian said, his tone softening. "The Pedro matriarch. I thought maybe you’d want to send flowers or a note of regard, at least for the sake of the old ties?"

Sebastian turned toward the window, looking out over the Accra skyline. "It’s sad, of course. But she doesn’t want me in her life. I’ve hurt her far too many times to pretend I have a place at her mother’s funeral. She’s happy with Julian. That’s enough."