Too Late For Regrets, Mr. Billionaire (Brianna Meyers and Brandon Levy) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Her Resignation

The day after moving in, Brianna wrapped up organizing her study and studio. With everything laid out exactly to her taste, she felt a real lift in her spirits.

It was shaping up perfectly just missing a touch of life.

She’d always pictured her home overflowing with plants, like a cozy little jungle, that was her dream aesthetic. But in Brandon’s villa, even a minor tweak would get shot down with “Mr. Levy wouldn’t approve.”

Now, though? She didn’t have to worry about anyone else’s preferences.

She’d just done a quick once–over and was about to step out when her phone buzzed. It was Brandon’s grandma Josefina Levy.

“Brianna, got any plans today?” Josefina asked.

“Nope, Josefina, what’s up?”

“Then swing by for dinner. Everyone is on their way. We’re having a proper family get–together tonight.”

Hearing her mother–in–law Gabrielle Levy would be there made Brianna massage her temples on reflex, but she couldn’t say no to Josefina. She bit the bullet and agreed.

In the Levy family, only Josefina and Brandon’s younger twin siblings showed her any real warmth, and only Josefina truly thought she was worthy of him.

She drove over to the Levy manor. Everyone had pulled up ahead of time.

When Brianna strolled in solo, Gabrielle’s face clouded over right away. “Where’s Brandon and Kendra? Why are you flying solo?”

“Kendra’s off on that study trip in Drokvine, and he had some work stuff there anyway, so he tagged along.”

Gabrielle’s expression soured, a hint of irritation flaring.

She said, “Brandon’s buried in work. How’s he got time to play nanny? You never think about your husband, and now you’re slacking on your own kid too? You’re twiddling your thumbs all day; why didn’t you go with them?”

‘I would’ve loved to, but would they have wanted me there?‘ Brianna thought, though she kept it to herself.

“Exactly! You’re the most hands–off mom I’ve ever seen,” her sister–in–law, Margo Levy, chimed in snidely.

Back in the day, Brianna would’ve jumped through hoops explaining how vital Brandon and Kendra were to her, then sulked and killed the mood entirely.

But now, she had zero interest in justifying herself.

She just flashed a smile, nodded, and replied, “Fair point, Gabrielle. Won’t happen again.”

Then she sidestepped them both and made a beeline for Josefina, diving into chit–chat with her and the others.

Noticing the brush–off without any pushback, Gabrielle and Margo swapped surprised looks.

Josefina and Brianna’s grandmother were thick as thieves, lifelong pals who’d weathered hard times together back when

you hit it off, it stuck for good. bonds were straightforward and true.

Even before that whole fiasco, Josefina had been rooting for Brianna to join the family as Brandon’s wife.

She hadn’t seen it coming when the two young ones sparked things up on their own.

Of course, she was over the moon and handled the wedding personally. But as the years ticked by, it was obvious Brandon and Brianna weren’t clicking.

They looked like an ideal match, sharp guy, stunning girl. So she wondered, ‘What is the hang–up?‘

Brianna was solid gold; her steadfast love for Brandon hadn’t escaped notice. But he was ice–cold. Josefina thought, ‘What on earth is his gripe?‘

“You’re too much of a pushover with Brandon! A woman needs to lay down the law sometimes, keep her guy in line.” Josefina gave Brianna’s hand a frustrated pat.

She just smiled it off. She thought, ‘The divorce news? Better let him spill that himself.”

Over dinner, it was all mundane family chatter. Brianna ate quietly, only speaking up when spoken to, no more bending over backward to please.

Gabrielle caught Margo’s eye.

“Probably stewing over them dashing off to Drokvine for Darcy’s gig,” Margo murmured with gleeful malice.

Chapter 2 Her Resignation

Gabrielle shot her a withering stare, then whispered, “Darcy’s in Drokvine now?”

Margo threw Brianna a derisive glance. “Yep, it’s her show, and Brandon and the kid are falling all over themselves to catch

“Outrageous!” Gabrielle’s face darkened.

Still, she couldn’t stomach seolding Brandon, so she pinned it all on the Meyers family side. “What’s with those Meyers family girls, can’t find their own men? Why keep foisting them on Brandon?”

She spat it out, still fuming, and shot Brianna a vicious glare. “What an idiot. Her mom couldn’t hold onto her man, got stolen by some old hag, and now her own husband’s about to get swiped by a young vixen?”

Even if she despised Brianna, at least Brianna had a clean pedigree. She thought, ‘How could that trashy illegitimate kid ever be good enough for Brandon?‘

Margo’s schadenfreude was even more obvious now. “Mom, stay out of it. It’s their family mess. Let them sort it out.” “As if I’d bother with her crap? If it didn’t involve Brandon, I wouldn’t touch their dirty laundry with a ten–foot pole.” Brianna looked up, catching Gabrielle’s full–on fury head–on. She blinked, thinking, ‘What is she raging about this time?‘ But she just offered a gentle smile and shrugged it off.

Back from the manor, Josefina had loaded her up with a pile of gifts. Brianna tossed them carelessly onto the coffee table. Fresh out of the shower and curled up on the sofa, she scrolled through her tablet, scrutinizing her design drafts. Those shelved dreams? Time to dust them off and get moving.

Monday rolled around, and Brianna headed to the Levy Group HQ, Area A, 23rd floor.

“Morning, Ms. Meyers!” Colleagues greeted her one by one.

Once Kendra started kindergarten, Brianna had pleaded with Josefina for a spot at the Levy Group, just to stay closer to Brandon.

He’d been totally against it, but Josefina twisted his arm, so he threw up his hands and let it be.

Brianna had aimed to start from the ground up, but Margo, clocking that submissive wifey vibe and Brandon’s clear irritation, decided to mess with her.

She tricked Brianna into thinking she couldn’t embarrass the big–shot Brandon, so they cooked up a brand–new department just for her: the Propaganda Division.

Every other department head was a “manager“, but hers? “Director“.

The oddball title made Brianna the butt of the company’s behind–the–scenes jokes.

It screamed “special treatment“, and everyone knew exactly what flavor of “special” that meant.

The division was supposed to handle group promotions, per the name. But there was already a slick PR powerhouse managing corporate image.

Even knowing the score back then, Brianna had hustled hard, hoping one day Brandon might actually see her value. Now? It was past time to end this farce.

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She gathered her team, broke it down simply, and promised her staff that even if the department folded, no jobs would be cut.

“Ms. Meyers, things are going great, why quit now?”

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