His Regret: The Billionaire's Untamed Wife

Chapter 2

Leah

Everything was as I left it.

I reached inside the old box that contained my motorcycle keys and boxing glove, a sad smile playing on my lips.

This was who I was, and will always be. I wasn't giving up my passion for anyone. Never again.

I clutched my keys in my hands, ignoring the sound of footsteps behind me as I made my way into the garadge.

"Leah!"

The sound of my motorcycle roaring out of the garage drowned my step-sister's voice as I drove to absolutely nowhere.

My fists hurt, so did my wrist, but I couldn't stop.

Didn't want to.

The sound as my fists continously met with the punching bag was the only thing keeping me sane. That and the pain from each hit.

Each hit reminded me of my new reality.

No more pencil skirts that were a hassle to walk in, no more chiffon tops that clung to my skin with every slight sweat. No more heels that turned my ankles into aching balls of fire.

No more Evan.

I had returned to what I loved. Boxing and cycling, which had not been taken well by my stepmother, and her daughter.

Did I care? No.

I was done caring about what others thought of me.

The door to the private gym was slammed open, causing me to pause as high heels smacked loudly against the floor, echoing in the room.

"I knew I would find you.." My step mother said, coming to stand before me as she looked at me with pure disapproval. "here."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes and turned back to the punching bag.

Ever since I had quit, she had taken it upon herself to torment me for 'failing' and not bringing home a man.

"What do you want?" I asked reluctantly when she just stood there in hot pink, her bloonde hair close to being dead than alive.

Hanna had married my father two years after my mother died, and had made sure to milk every last drop of his love for only her and her daughter.

Dad had died after a long battle with cancer four years later, leaving me under her care.

Hannah had hated me since, even more so than before, blaming his death on me being a child with ill luck.

That and the fact that during dad's illness, the empire he had built with his father, had suffered, with stocks plummetting so horribly we were almost on the brink of losing it all.

"Don't you dare speak to me with that tone. I demand nothing but respect from you Leah!" she hissed, adjutsing the hotpink feathers on her eyesore of a top.

I nodded, not in the mood to get into a fight with her, but said nothing, knowing she would continue.

"You are so pathetic, Leah. You left for three whole years and came back with nothing. And here you are, in the gym, instead of getting your act together." Lina interjected.

I had amost missed her presence as the ugly feathered outfit her mother was wearing, blocked her completely, from my view.

Like mother like mother.

"Darling, can't you see she is a failure because she is nothing compared to you?"

"Such a disgrace."

I sighed visbly, and since I was holding onto the last strand of my patience, I got off the raised platform and began heading towards the door.

This had become their routine.

I go into the gym, they come to mock me.

I go to eat, same.

"Where the hell do you think you are going to?" Hannah screeched from behind. "I want to have a word with you!"

"Mum, she is so direspectful! Such a b***h!" Lina spat. "Just so you know, I have been invited to the jet gala, so it's best of you stay away with your ill luck!"

I ignored it all, taking three steps at a time as I rushed to my bedroom.

You had five minutes, Hannah.

I climbed my motorcycle and drove myself to the private lounge I usually hung out with my besfriend half an hour later. There was no way I could stand being in that house one minute longer.

"You need to see her in all that pink, Chloe. I wonder how she does it." I gulped, shivering fromt he memory of the fully feathered outfit that made her look like an ostritch.

Chloe's laughter rang out in the room, causing me to snort.

"I'm sure she would not like that. Remember her outfits are carefully chosen by the best stylist in the country." she wiggled her eyebrows.

"What fashion school did he graduate from? The circus?" I snorted again, and we both burst into laughter.

Chloe had been my bestfriend since we were both three years old. At this point, she was the only one keeping me sane. Had always been there for me, even without asking.

"How are you feeling though? You have been holed up in your room for a couple of weeks now, and I am worried."

I inhaled, seeing the worried expression she had on.

I said nothing and poured out a full shot of tequila for myself. The liquid, as it passed down my throat, burned, causing me to groan.

Alcohol was definitely not my favorite drink, but it had become my friend in the past days.

"Leah..."

"I'm fine, Chloe. Just jobless." I rolled my eyes, gesturing towards the drink. "Want some?"

She shook her head in refusal. "Nope. Someone has to be here when you get drunk,"

Her phone and mine chimed at the same time, causing me to frown as I turned towards it, seeing a group notification.

"Whatever it is, I am not interested." I said hastily, going back to my drink, but Chloe chuckled and picked hers.

My mind drifted off a little, and thoughts of Evan flowed, but I shook them off almost immediately. I wasn't going to think about that asshole.

"Damn! Didn't know it was on friday!" Chloe's voice brought my attention back to see her sit up, her eyes buried in her phone.

My frown deepened. "What's on friday?"

Chloe looked up, her brow raised. "The jet gala."

I blinked once, then twice. "Oh...that."

The disinterest in my voice could be head from a distance.

The jet gala was my least favorite event of the year, and this year, I really coucdn't gove a s**t about it.

I scrunched my nose when I remembered Lina's announcement earlier. Of course she would be thrilled to be there.

"Tell me you are going."

I shrugged. "Nope. I could care less about a gala for a bunch of celebrities and rich business people who pretended to like each other for paparazzi and connections."

I hated the pretense. You could see it in every smile,a nd every greeting.

Just thinking about the six hours long event, made me shiver.

Chloe looked at me like I had gone crazy. "Leah? You have an exclusive invitation! You could have a lot of fun if you loosen up?"

"C'mon, Leah. You should go. I heard that hot billionaire, Evan is attending!" A voice chimed in, and I saw Giselle, and her little group sauntering towards us.

Giselle was a regular in the lounge, and in the same social circle as I and Chloe, and we had bumped into each other so often, we had little conversations.

I blushed at the mention of Evan's name.

"I heard he has a hot girlfriend now, and the jet would be their soft lunch into society as a couple." One of her minions added, her eyes dreamy.

"Oh, that's Racheal Everheart. His first and only love." Giselle replied. "I personally do not care for her, as I know she would soon be dumped again by Evan. Besides, I heard he had a personal assistant who threw herself at him in the office but only got humiliated by Evan!"

I almost died at those words, my breath catching in my throat.

"Really? I heard it was in a hotel. I heard the woman had it all down to her lingerie. Poor Evan, he must have been so embarrassed."

Chloe got to her feet. "We would be on our way now, Giselle. If you would excuse us."

I said nothing as she closed a hand around my arm and pretty much lead me out of the lounge.

A string of familiar laughter echoed behind, and I didn't need to look back to know who it was.

"I'm going to kill that b***h!" Chloe hissed once we got into the car.

I sat quietly, my eyes burning as once again, humiliation swirled in me.

Evan. That asshole.

That night, as I lay in bed, my eyes on my phone, I scrolled up and felt my heart stop a little when I saw a photo Eavn had posted wwith Racheal clinging to his arm, a huge smile on her face.

They were indeed the perfect couple.