My Cheating Alpha Mate's Ultimate Regret

Elliana's POV:

That gentle tone was like a cold needle piercing my heart.

For countless nights in my past life, all I had yearned for was a single soft word from him, but it was a wish never granted. He gave it all to another woman.

A bone-deep chill snapped me back to reality. The flames of revenge burned hotter in my chest. I walked into the study and powered on the top-of-the-line computer reserved for the Luna. Gallagher never restricted my spending, confident that I was only capable of buying luxury goods.

Using the knowledge from my past life, I skillfully navigated through several discreet online services to open a new, encrypted offshore bank account. I had practiced this process countless times in my previous life, never thinking I'd actually use it.

I transferred the funds from the black card into my secret account in a series of complex but legal transactions. The amount was huge, but the professional handling of it wouldn't immediately trigger the bank's highest alerts.

Next, I opened the stock trading software. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I unhesitatingly bought shares in several tech companies that seemed unremarkable now but were destined to soar in the coming months due to mergers or new technology releases.

I invested nearly two hundred million dollars. This was just the appetizer.

By the time I was done, the sky was beginning to lighten. I heard Gallagher leave downstairs, his anger from last night clearly not dissipated. He was likely heading to his office.

I walked to the window and watched his car speed away, a cold smile on my face. Go on. Go handle your business, go comfort your lover. By the time you notice, everything will have changed.

I picked up my phone and called Chris Hayes, an excellent commercial real estate agent.

"Mr. Hayes, this is Elliana Floyd. I need you to contact the developer of 'The Veridian' building in the River's End district. I want to buy the entire building."

Chris on the other end of the line was clearly stunned by my request. He was silent for a few seconds before stammering, "The... the whole building? Mrs. Floyd, are you sure? River's End is a wasteland right now, and that building is on the verge of being abandoned due to funding issues."

"I'm sure," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Just tell me how much it will cost and how long it will take." My foreknowledge was my greatest asset.

Intimidated by my confidence, Chris immediately promised to get it done.

Less than half a day later, Chris called back. The developer, Julian Sterling, was ecstatic to hear someone wanted to acquire the whole property and was willing to meet with me immediately.

I arranged to meet him at a downtown coffee shop, changing into a sharp business suit instead of my usual impractical dresses.

Julian Sterling was a balding, middle-aged man. He looked at me with surprise, clearly not expecting such a young buyer.

"Mrs. Floyd, you... you really want to buy the whole building?" he asked, still in disbelief.

I didn't waste time. I pushed the letter of intent, prepared by my lawyer, across the table to him. "Yes. A flat price of eight hundred million. We can sign the contract today, and the funds will be available tomorrow."

To Julian, eight hundred million for a nearly derelict building was a fortune. But for its future value of over ten billion, it was a bargain.

Julian's eyes lit up instantly, his breathing becoming ragged. He picked up the contract with a trembling hand as if it were a priceless treasure.

We quickly agreed on the details. I paid the deposit with the black card, and the remaining balance would be paid by my "family trust fund"—a fund whose money, of course, also came from Gallagher.

After signing the contract, Julian Sterling thanked me profusely, almost treating me as his savior.

I walked out of the coffee shop into the afternoon sun and took a deep breath. This was the first piece of my own empire.

When I returned to the Pack mansion, it was already evening. I found Gallagher waiting for me, sitting on the living room sofa with a dark expression.

On the table in front of him was a stack of bank transaction notifications.

He knew. But only the tip of the iceberg.

"Where were you?" he asked, his voice thick with a brewing storm. "And what are these charges? Two hundred million in stocks, and a fifty-million-dollar deposit? Elliana, what the hell are you trying to do?"

I casually placed the contract folder on the console table by the entrance, slipped off my high heels, and gave him a cool glance.

"Spending your money to buy my things. Is there a problem, my Alpha?" I asked with a smile, watching his face twist with rage. The feeling was exhilarating.