Billionaire's Regret: Finding Her Mga Nobela at Kwento

“While I was out here feeling guilty about the loss, thinking of ways to make things better, Sean was out there rekindling his love with the love of his life.” Jane exhaled sharply through her nose. “That man deserves every inch of the karma that’s coming.” I managed a bitter half smile. “He offered me some money and the house, but I refused. I want nothing to do with him anymore.” “Damn right,” Jane said. “You’re not taking scraps from someone who treated you like a temporary solution.”

My fingers went around her, and my head filled with a rushing sound, like I was trapped underwater and unable to get out. “You lost your womb?” She nodded, burying her face in my chest, soaking my shirt with tears I didn’t know how to answer to. My head filled with a rushing sound, like ocean waves crashing in a sealed bottle. Looking at her bent head, I wondered if this was my punishment for it. My billions couldn't buy Talia a new womb, and neither could all the diamonds or designer purses. “I'm so sorry, Talia. You don't understand how sorry I am.” I patted her shoulders, looking up when I heard footsteps.

she said. I stared at the check in my hand. For a moment, I couldn't help but think about how much money Elsa had accumulated. Her late husband had left her a fortune before his death, and after marrying my father, she had never exactly lived a modest life. Yet here she was, standing in front of me and using that money as though it could buy my silence and determine what I did with my own life. Apparently, she still saw me as the same helpless girl from years ago—the girl who had no choice but to bow her head whenever she was pressured. She had clearly forgotten that I was no longer that girl.

“Every record. Every payment. Every letter. If my father buried this, I want it dug up.” Grace closed the door behind her and came fully into the room. She looked older in that moment, as if the weight of an old secret had settled back onto her shoulders. “Your father handled it privately. There was a woman. She worked in one of the regional offices. She claimed she had given birth to his child and demanded recognition and support. He denied paternity. The matter was settled with a large payment and a signed agreement that she would never contact the family again. Margaret Hale took the money and disappeared. We were told the claim was false. We chose to believe it.”

he urged. I swallowed hard. "Don’t stop." The words slipped out before I could take them back. --- ~ Alexander ~ I stumbled into my home, a bit tipsy but still aware of what I was doing. All day, thoughts of her had been swirling in my mind, and honestly, I hated it. I tried to convince myself that she was just a distraction, a face for the cameras, a pawn in someone else's game. But the image of her at the gala, looking stunning in that elegant black dress, kept replaying in my head.

“I absolutely did not.” “Liar.” “I merely…calculated incorrectly.” She burst into laughter. “There it is.” “What?” “Your billionaire ego.” “My ego is perfectly reasonable.” She folded her arms dramatically. “The man who controls multinational companies can’t throw a ring?” “I was distracted.” “By what?” “You.” Her cheeks flushed. “You flirt shamelessly.” “Only with one woman.” She looked away, smiling. Sometimes, Daniel realized, happiness wasn’t loud. It wasn’t private jets. Or luxury hotels.

the man said, his voice terrifyingly calm, a quiet, ruthless tone that made it infinitely more frightening than shouting ever could have been. "Three weeks, and I still don't have my money." "Reggie, please." Frank's voice cracked, high and pathetic with raw desperation. "I just need a little more time. I'm begging you." "You said that three weeks ago," Reggie said, his eyes devoid of any human pity. "I don't do more time. I do results." "Please!" Vivian sobbed, her entire body trembling in absolute horror. "We don't have it, we swear on our lives we don't have it!"

Her phone flooded with tons of messages from. Her news was the trending headline of every big blog in the city. "Breaking News: Billionaire's bride abandons wedding, found in a luxury hotel with another man. " The search bar was having her name as the most trending search. Tears streamed down her eyes as she read the headline. Beneath the headline was her picture, lying unclad under a duvet with a man whose face was not clearly shown. Suddenly, her phone began to ring. Her mind skipped as she saw her dad's name.

When they were no other person to offer more than what Sarah had offered, the necklace was sold to her and at the same time she slowly removed her mask allowing everyone to see her face including Xavier and Claudia who were staring in shock and at the same time the whispering voices of other people filled the hall as people were surprised to see Sarah Jones one of the richest billionaire in Europe, they only heard rumors about her but never got the chance to meet her in person, but here she was presently in New York City, stunning and authoritative beyond their imaginations. Once she turned her gaze towards Xavier and Claudia, she smirked devilishly at them. To be continued..

she said simply. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. When it didn’t come, I laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Is this some kind of joke?" "Not at all," she said in all seriousness. "The man in question is a billionaire. He needs a wife, and we need someone desperate enough to take the deal. And Y-O-U, my dear, fits the bill perfectly." The words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. I was desperate. Homeless. Heartbroken. Seeking revenge.