Too Late For Regrets, Mr. Billionaire (Brianna Meyers and Brandon Levy) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Give the Villa to Darcy

Brianna headed to the building materials market to lock in her orders, then stopped by the authority to file the paperwork It had her running around for most of the day

Lately, while sorting through her design portfolio, she’d gotten a burst of new ideas and wanted to run them by someone, so she invited Patsy over to her place to review the drafts.

As it happened, Tristan had invited Brianna out to dinner, and when he caught wind of the design session, he pestered her relentlessly to come along.

Brianna picked them both up in her car, swung by for some coffees, and headed back to her villa up in the northern part of the city.

As soon as they pulled up, they noticed a crowd gathered at the entrance, bickering loudly over something or other. The three of them walked over, and right in the center was a worked–up guy. Brianna’s face darkened on the spot. The property manager was still trying to reason with him calmly. “I’m sorry, sir, but someone lives here. You can’t have a locksmith force the door open. Why don’t you call the owner?”

“Bullshit! This is clearly my house. If you’re saying it’s occupied, then who the hell is living in my property?”

“Me!” Brianna stepped forward, stone–faced, positioning herself directly in front of Whitney with a cold glare As for Blanca Delgado beside him, she didn’t spare her a single look.

Confronted by Brianna, Whitney seemed a little ashamed and tried to speak softly, “Brianna, if you wanted the house, why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Mom bought it for me. Why would I need to clear it with you?”

Whitney’s expression hardened, and he snapped at her. “What’s with that tone? All these years, you won’t even call me Dad. Do you even acknowledge me as your father?”

“Oh, so you actually remember you’re my father?” Brianna retorted with biting sarcasm.

“Brianna, you two should hash this out calmly. If you want the place, your dad won’t stand in your way,” Blanca jumped in, acting like the gracious peacemaker between father and daughter.

Only then did Brianna turn, regarding Blanca with open contempt and emphasizing every word. “This house was from my mom. The deed’s in my name. Since when do you get to ‘give it to me?”

“How dare you talk to Blanca that way?” Whitney was truly furious now. “You’re exactly like your mother, always yelling. Don‘ t you have any idea how a woman should act?”

“Whitney, and how exactly should a woman act?” Patsy and the group knew the whole sordid Meyers family history and had no respect whatsoever for Whitney or Blanca.

“You don’t mean like old Blanca over here, do you?” Patsy had always had a wickedly sharp tongue.

When she was little, Whitney would bring Blanca to events, and Blanca kept insisting on her status as the elder, so ever since, Patsy had mockingly dubbed her “old Blanca.”

Blanca couldn’t maintain her composure, fighting to stay elegant as her rage built, contorting her face into an ugly grimace. Blanca said, “What ‘old Blanca‘? I’ve seen you grow up. You should be respecting me! You have no manners at all.” The “old Blanca” label had nearly driven her crazy back in the day, but she’d had to grin and bear it then.

Now, with the Sampson family’s business tanking and her secure as the official wife, she no longer had to put up with it. “You want to lecture about manners? You, who spent over twenty years as a mistress?” Tristan said it with a lazy drawl. With that, all the bystanders‘ eyes shifted to Blanca.

They thought, ‘This poised, sophisticated woman is actually a homewrecker, and for more than two decades?

‘Well, it figures. She is in her fifties but still has that allure, poured into form–fitting clothes that highlights every curve. She knows how to flaunt it.‘

Blanca was livid. But facing Tristan, she couldn’t just let loose with curses, so her neck flushed crimson as she muttered, “I m done with this,” and marched off.

Feeling guilty as sin, Whitney had longstanding ties with Patsy’s parents, and the Pratt family were people they were keen to butter up, so he couldn’t afford to tangle with a pair of youngsters. He changed his approach.

He said, “Brianna, the house is yours. That’s not changing! But you’ve got that massive place with the Levy family. How about letting Darcy stay in this little villa for a bit?”

Chapter 6 Give the Villa to Dairy

At those words, Brianna balled her fists, trembling with fury. She thought, ‘How could he even suggest that?

When she stayed silent. Whitney assumed there was room to negotiate

He said, “Darcy’s heading back to kick off her career here. Her dance troupe’s based in the north district it’s perfect for her. She said she liked this spot before. Come on, you’re the older sister, give her a break”

Brianna’s lips quivered with fury, her glare at Whitney sharp enough to draw blood

When she stayed silent for what felt like ages, Whitney lost his patience. “It’s just a house. We’re family. Don’t be so nitpicky like your mom…”

“Get out!” Brianna shrieked at him, completely losing her cool. If he mentioned her mother one more time, she’d snap. As he was stunned for a second by the outburst, Whitney’s own anger boiled over

He started to fire back, but Tristan stepped between him and Brianna. “Whitney, if more of your family’s skeletons come tumbling out, it’s going to get really ugly.”

Patsy folded her arms, smirking. “Yeah, that bash in Eighburgh, don’t think we don’t know who’s pulling the strings.” It was an outright threat.

Faced with their solid front and the onlookers starting to murmur and point. Whitney figured it wasn’t worth the hassle and stormed off in a huff.

Once they got home, Brianna collapsed into sobs.

Those old wounds she’d buried so deep, they just kept tearing them open and rubbing salt in.

She felt utterly trapped. Blanca strutting in to rub her face in it, and her stuck powerless to fight back.

Patsy wrapped her arms around Brianna in comfort, while Tristan paced back and forth nearby, totally out of his depth.

With friends around, Brianna shoved her pain aside for now. She let it out for a minute, then splashed water on her face, emerged acting like nothing had happened, and jumped right into chatting about the designs with them.

Her low mood was obvious, though, and it left Tristan with a heavy knot in his chest.

Later that afternoon, Tristan played it casual, suggesting they head out for some killer food to cheer things up.

He thumped his chest with a grin. “Eating, drinking, good times, I’m your guy!”

Tristan chose the Black Swan Restaurant in the lakeside scenic spot, fancy Drokvine fare perched right by the water. The place had its own little fenced–off patch of lake with a few swans swimming around, which explained the name.

The entire commercial area there was under the Pratt Group’s umbrella.

He’d booked a prime table by the lake, and as the summer evening breeze skimmed across the water, rippling the surface, the dark clouds in their minds started to clear.

Drokvine dining was all romance and leisure, with dishes trickling out slowly. A full meal could easily stretch three or four hours.

The trio had barely dug in and were mid–chat about studio renos, staffing up, and all the little details when a familiar voice cut through, “Let’s grab that spot over there. You can see the swans perfectly.”

Brianna didn’t even need to look to know it was her daughter, Kendra.

“Great pick, right there. Kendra’s got a real eye for this stuff.” Darcy heaped on the praise in her usual exaggerated way. Brianna sat facing the lake, her back to the newcomers, but the voices made her stiffen up instantly.

Patsy gave her a concerned glance. “You alright?”

Tristan’s expression turned stormy.

As the footsteps got closer, Brianna picked up on Brandon’s presence too. Her spirits sank, and Tristan and Patsy traded uneasy looks.

Kendra bounded ahead, smooshing her face against the glass and calling out excitedly for Darcy to join her in spotting the

swans

The group drew near, clocking Tristan and Patsy, and recognizing Brianna from behind. Darcy acted oblivious, eagerly dropping down beside Kendra to join in the fun.

Catching sight of Kendra’s beaming face, complete with a Disney Mickey Mouse headband matching Darcy’s, Brianna connected the dots.

“Kendra.” Patsy cut through the awkwardness, greeting Kendra.

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