Billionaire's Regret: Finding Her Novels & Stories

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.

She stared at herself in the mirror for a long moment, barely recognizing the woman looking back at her. Was this really her? Melody Hart, former pastry shop owner who recently got cheated on by the man she was supposed to be walking down the aisle with. Temporarily homeless. And now… a billionaire’s contracted girlfriend, about to attend an art exhibition filled with people who probably had more money in their watches than she had earned in her entire life. “This is insane,” she whispered to her reflection. Her phone buzzed on the dresser, Logan was outside her house. She took one last look in the mirror, grabbed her clutch, and slipped the contract folder inside.

The way she would ask me to massage her body just because her back was aching. But all of that went down the drain in just one day. All because of my mistake. I knew she didn't have any power to prevent losing the baby. But I was mad at her when I realised that she had lost the only thing that bound us together. I wasn't exactly a saint and was in love with the she-devil, Gabriella. But now that I have witnessed the amount of satan's blood in her veins, I regret knowing Gabriella. However, if we had never met, I wouldn't have met Aria—the love of my life.

Maria's heart sank, her eyes scanning the papers as if searching for an escape clause. "I don't want to come back and meet you here," Alejandro instructed, his voice firm, before turning and walking away, leaving Maria alone with her shattered dreams and the crushing reality of their failed marriage. "I guess I was stupid," Maria muttered to herself, her voice laced with regret and disappointment. "How could I forget this was a contract from the beginning? How could I be so foolish?" She felt a wave of shame wash over her, realizing she had let her emotions cloud her judgment. She had allowed herself to believe in a fairy tale, a love story that was never meant to be.

He stormed out, leaving behind only echoes of his bitterness. Within weeks, his empire crumbled. Partners withdrew, accounts froze, and he was left alone in the ruins of what once was. Sitting in a dim motel room, watching Lucy and Austin’s wedding announcement on television, Greg finally broke. Not in anger, but regret. For the first time, he understood, he hadn’t lost wealth. He’d lost the people who cared. The wedding day arrived beneath a bright sky. The estate shimmered with lilies and candles, laughter spilling through the air. Lucy stood before the mirror in her white gown—simple, elegant, pure. She touched the fabric lightly, her reflection catching the woman she had become.

"If you really wanted my jewelry, you could've just asked. I would've given it to you without a fuss. Resorting to having someone else steal it for you when you're married to a billionaire who can buy you whatever you want is a new low." "I wasn't even home!" I argued back. "I went out to the mall and as a matter of fact, I went to buy new clothes and—" "But that's why you instructed me to do it before you left!" Hilda interrupted as her tone held more conviction, but there was no mistaking the crack in her voice. "Please just own up to what you've done… I shouldn't have to take the fall for your mistakes!" "I can't believe this!" I threw my hands in the air in frustration. My gaze sharpened

She told me she was job-hunting, but the comments said she was still trying to find a way to redo the paternity test. [The Reed family is looking everywhere for their real heiress, but the female lead is still grinding this hard. With that kind of drive, no wonder she will become the richest woman in the future.] The richest woman, huh? I paused halfway through flipping a crepe and almost laughed out loud. … Half a month later, Morgan sent me a photo of me at the stall. "Found you. You're done for." Perfect timing. I almost burst out laughing again. That night, I deliberately returned home an hour late. As soon as I stepped in, I let out a weary yawn. Then, I pushed up my sleeves, revealing

“She left town as soon as she found out about Aiden. She didn’t say anything to the kids or me. I think it’s a big deal breaker for her.” “You can’t blame her. She was hurt. It’s normal to be hurt after finding out your ex-best friend has a baby with your ex-husband.” “Don’t say it out loud.” Cole laughed. “Do you feel ashamed?” “Is that even a question?” I rolled my eyes. “Every day, I wish I could go back in time and prevent this from happening. If I could pay any amount in the world to erase it, I would.” “But you can’t.”

The curt response left her lips as she turned, striding away. I stood there, feeling the heat of embarrassment flush my cheeks. I watched until she was a small figure in the distance. What was her connection to Roman? What did she want with him? I used to think I didn’t care, but now that curiosity flickered within me like a candle slowly catching flame. If I could just uncover who she really was, I could make a fortune. Just the idea of it made my stomach twist with excitement. I muttered to myself, my dreams shifting from simple ambitions to thoughts of living as a billionaire.

Her voice was laced with anger and broken. Then she suddenly grabbed the check and tore it into pieces right in front of me. I clenched my fists. I have expected her to get angry but not this. “Let’s not make things more complicated for ourselves,” I said, trying to reason with her. “A hundred million dollars is a lot of money. Think about what it could do for you...” She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “And you really think this is all about money?” She wiped her face, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You think all I care about is money?”