Billionaire's Regret: Finding Her Novels & Stories

How could she be pregnant for the same man that has rejected her and even paid her to get out of his life? It was now obvious to her that signing that contract with Ryan had been the biggest mistake of her life. For the next few hours, she sat on the bathroom floor, crying and thinking of the best way to resolve things but no ideas came to her. Tired and drained, she rose to her feet and exited the bathroom, heading for the bed. But the noise from the tv caught her attention as she heard the name of the same man that had left her in this terrible condition. “Most sought after billionaire bachelor, Ryan Davidson, rumored to have found his lost love,” the news presenter said, smiling excitedly

Just pure, icy indifference. A heavy, leaden unease settled deep into my joints. My toes curled inside my boat shoes, tapping anxiously against the floor. I spun the pen in my hand, twisting and rolling it, trying to channel the frantic energy vibrating through my body. Mr. Tega was a forty-year-old billionaire who literally had the world at his feet, yet he didn't give a single damn that his stunning, passionate wife had been waiting in his office for nearly half an hour. Right then, I understood exactly why she was searching for affection elsewhere. A wave of bitter regret washed over me for missing my chance earlier. She had touched me. Her hand lingering on mine had meant something.

I couldn't fathom what went wrong. Tears rolled down and my heart breaks, he is a scum. A big scum for doing this to me. He really hurt me. Look at all this drama unfolding_ I haven't spent a month here but what else can I expect from a billionaire's house. My door opened distracting my thoughts, and it was Rogers leaning at the door "What are you doing here? "I looked so annoyed "I'm here to talk and and also have you," he leaned in until our noses were almost touching. I forgot to breath for a moment, my heart beating so fast. I moved back creating a distance between us.

Stop it Amelia! Her sub-conscience scolded her. "You're getting your hopes up again." She stood and walked toward the mirror. Her cheeks were still warm. She looked almost like the woman she had been three years ago. The woman who believed Ethan might eventually fall in love with her. But she wasn't that woman anymore. She had seen too much. She had cried too much. She had spent too many nights alone. Her phone vibrated again. Amelia's heart jumped. She picked it up.

Maybe some rich guy’s backing her? Lost in thought, I accidentally knocked over Lia’s bag, spilling its contents across the floor. I scrambled to pick everything up, praying I hadn’t cracked her compact or smeared her lipstick. Then I saw it. A check. Not just any check. The kind Uncle Vincent used to give me back then. My blood ran cold. This was it. The secret she’s hiding. Vincent Gray’s big claim about being “good,” about not touching anyone since I left? Lies. Turns out, when someone as gorgeous as Lia is around, he’s still tempted.

“Meghan was and still isn’t anyone to me. She was a mistake, something that I regret so much. The only thing that I am learning not to label as a regret is the baby that came from our awful mistake.” I swallowed, nodding slowly. “How did the two of you meet?” “I was the one that reached out to her. She’s an ex-model, she used to model for a company but then lost the contract after it was found out that she was sleeping with her photographer…and one of her colleagues.” Well…that made a whole lot of sense. She had always been a sl*t, that made me feel a bit better. I only chuckled lowly before beckoning him to continue, “And?”

Thirty days. That was all Elodie needed to end six years of a marriage that never felt like a marriage. For six years, Elodie has been Kevin Curt’s perfect secret. The billionaire CEO is gentle with her, provides everything she could ever need, and never treats her cruelly. But he has never touched her, never introduced her as his wife, and never looked at her the way he looks at the woman he has loved since childhood. Iris is finally back. And on their sixth wedding anniversary, Elodie discovers just how much of Kevin’s heart still belongs to his first love. For years, Elodie convinced herself that patience would eventually turn obligation into love. She was wrong. So she

The tears, once symbols of despair, now reflected a cleansing process for emotional renewal. "Come here." Alexander whispered to his wife as he opened his arms for an embrace. As they continued to console each other, the room now appeared to be warm and calm. Alexander and Elizabeth emerged not weakened but stronger, their emotional bond now held in the authenticity that only shared discussions could bring. As the echoes of their quiet conversation lingered in the air, the couple, united in their journey, found comfort in the shared understanding that, even in the realm of billionaires world, the true riches lay in the unguarded moments of the heart.

All that he is going to be left with is, REGRET after I will be done with him. He will regret, ever laying his dirty eyes on her. He will regret, for getting dirty hands touch her. He will regret, making her cry. Thinking about this, I filled in the amount, before signing the check. I threw it at him and he grabbed it like a dog, with his wide eyes staring at the cheque. He had become a Multi-Millionaire overnight and he clearly couldn't digest this fact. After getting courage from my easy behaviour, he questioned me confused, " But, Sir! What is so special about her?!" He wondered and I clenched my hands together.

That was answer enough. I turned and walked away. Because I couldn’t stand there anymore. Not when everything felt like it was slipping just slightly out of reach. Later that evening I tried to distract myself. movies mood boards. Anything that felt… normal. But it didn’t last. Another notification. This time? Worse. A headline. “WHO IS THE REAL FIONA? Sources question background of billionaire heir’s fiancée.” My stomach dropped. I tapped it. And instantly regretted it.