Billionaire's Regret: Finding Her Novels & Stories

I did not soften any of it, and I did not, once, ask her to forgive me before I'd finished saying all of it out loud. When I stopped talking, she was quiet for long enough that I thought she might have set the phone down. "Aria." "I'm here." Her voice had changed — not softer, not yet, but steadier, like she'd used the silence to decide something. "I need you to understand what thirteen months cost me. I built a business thinking every client believed in me because of me. I raised a son alone for over a year, wondering some nights whether I'd been wrong to keep him from you, and you knew — this whole time, you knew you'd been wronged too, and you let me sit in that uncertainty instead of tel

Caleb roared suddenly, slamming his hand against the leather armrest. The violence of his reaction caught me completely off guard. I froze, staring at him as he ran both hands through his hair, dragging them down his face in sheer agony. "I was twenty-four, Scarlett," Caleb said, his voice dropping to a harsh, desperate whisper. "My father’s business didn't just fail—he left behind millions in debt to dangerous, powerful people who didn't care about legal boundaries. When he died, those debts fell directly onto my shoulders." My breath caught in my throat. My heart stuttered a beat. *His father’s debts?*

As the cars drove in, Lily’s mouth parted in shock at the mansion before her. “Yep. She’s definitely married to Damien Daniels.” She nodded, ogling at the building. “Harriet also comes from old money though.” Tony chuckled. “Her parent’s house is a lot bigger than this, I tell you.” He revealed and Lily closed her mouth and folded her arms. “Oh.” She whispered, realizing that she was the odd one out. They were all filthy rich while she had to work at a nightclub to take care of her jobless ex-boyfriend. Seeing the change in her mood, Tony reached out to her and held her hands. “None of that matters, Lily. I don’t care about your background and I’m sure Harriet won’t either. She’ll definitely

Started over. My chest tightened, a dozen emotions colliding all at once—relief, regret, disbelief. Rage. Hope. I stood, the chair scraping back. “It’s her,” I said out loud, barely able to breathe. “It’s Elara.” All this time, I’d been searching in the wrong places. Looking too hard. And she’d been hiding in plain sight. I didn’t think. I just moved. Grabbing my jacket, I stormed out of the office. “Cancel all my meetings for the week,” I told Lesley. “And prep the jet. I’m going to Las Vegas.”

She wondered how he found out and how his kindness to her disappeared when he reclaimed the wealth he left. His character was despicable. She regretted falling for his deception. Wasn’t Lush Miguel the same, deceived by her? Ruth cried with that thought. She was somehow a good person, not like Baron. “What else do you want?!” she asked with a choked voice. “You left me, didn’t you? What else? How dare you speak to me as if I’m foolish, while I’m struggling to earn money just to pay the investigator to find you!” she sobbed and poured out her heart.

Her gaze drifted pointedly to my stomach, and instinctively, I placed a protective hand over it, shielding the secret she didn’t deserve to know. She continued, her words laced with bitter satisfaction. “If it weren’t for you getting James drunk, the two of you would never have been found together. You wouldn’t be married, and Susan wouldn’t have lost everything.” She held up the chequebook, pen poised. “So, I’m offering you five million. It’s more than generous.” My chest tightened, the pressure almost unbearable. “Please… stop,” I whispered. “Just remember, I took care of you for six years,” she continued, undeterred. “I never asked you for anything in return.”

That greeting went straight to his cock… sir in that voice of hers was way too sinful “You don't look happy.” The billionaire said pushing his unholy thoughts aside, he needed to know why his baby wasn't smiling at him. “Just give me a few minutes, I am coming to you.” He was already getting out of his seat when she spoke, halting him. “No, I just … I know it's stupid… ummm….” Romero paused and settled back to his seat, he was becoming anxious … What the hell was going on? Was she going to say she regretted what had happened and it shouldn't happen again? His heart constricts.

"Bullshit! He'll never have eyes for you. Don't you remember that night when I had the door slightly open and I had my legs in the air? He was fucking me good and made me orgasm like crazy right in what used to be your shared bed. You stood there and watched. Even when he saw you, he looked away and fucked me harder so I could scream out his name. That's how much he wanted to get rid of you, so do yourself a favor and quit." Her description of that night only fuels my intention to get my revenge. "I don't care if he'll never have eyes for me. Someone already does and his name is Louis Lindgren." She grits her teeth for a moment, the sides of her lips twitching in anger. "What did you do to s

She asked, her gaze focused on Vanessa. "My greatest Regret in life is Loving Someone who didn't care about me." She replied. "That's sad. How about you, Mr. Gonzalez?" "My Biggest regret in life is loosing a gold while searching for a Bronze." "Wow." The lady whispered. "We'll bring this interview to an end. Ms. Rodriguez, do you have an important Figure you wanna introduce?" She asked. "Yes." Vanessa nodded. "Who is the person?" "Mr Rodriguez from Spain." "You mean the Richest Man Business Man in Spain?" She asked for Confirmation.

Education: Completed two specialized executive programs at a prestigious London school during that time, focusing on international law and logistics. Assets: Purchased the Billionaire's Row unit (Unit 88A) six months ago. Purchased outright, no financing. The source of funds is traceable to a legitimate, substantial salary and bonuses earned overseas. Affiliations: No known romantic relationships. Her only regular contact is a childhood friend, Vera Harrison (Senior Marketing Executive at TechCorp), who handled the retrieval of her belongings six years ago. I sat back, stunned. Zurich. London. Director of Corporate Strategy. She didn't just crawl into a hole; she built an entirely new life,