Billionaire's Regret: Finding Her Novels & Stories

But that guy was gone and she was done. She turned without another word, her fingers lacing with Victor’s as they walked out together. I stood there alone, in the hallway that now felt like a tomb. The sound of their retreating footsteps echoed louder than the gavel had. My hands were trembling. I was so full of regrets and for the first time, I understood what I’d destroyed. It wasn't just the wealth or status. But the only woman who ever loved me for who I was. If I had loved her right, I wouldn't be in this mess today. I would be living the dream life!

The next thing she did shocked the nurses in the ward and even Ariella - a stinging slap on her left cheek that seized her tears for a moment. The nurses took that as a cue to excuse themselves. "Just, how ungrateful can you be to have ruined our family's long-protected reputation? How heartless can you be to destroy your own twin sister's image?" Ariella didn't understand a thing from the questions. The slap still affected her. "What are you talking about?" She asked eventually, a teardrop rolling down her left cheek. Her mother scoffed and instead of replying, she switched on the TV. When the trending news came into view and the headline boldly read: Daughter of a Business tycoon found dea

‎Whispers kept coming, sharper, faster, twisting tighter around my neck like a noose. ‎“He never loved her.” ‎“She was just a stepping stone.” ‎“She was always too plain for him.” ‎“Elizabeth is a better match anyway.” ‎“He destroyed her in front of everyone. Cold.” ‎More laughter erupted, louder this time. Some were recording not him, but me, zooming in on my swollen eyes, my trembling hands, my ruined dignity. ‎“She’s trending already,” someone chuckled. ‎“Headline tomorrow: Billionaire ditches wife for stunning model.”

Andrew's warning cycling in her mind like a mantra. Her phone vibrated, but this time, it was a notification from the trending news. Ashley unlocked her phone, ready to swipe it aside, but a name caught her eye. “The lost Billionaire Jordan Millers resurrects with a new conquest.” The words read each letter, taunting Ashley to the bone. Ashley opened the notification as she revealed a picture of Jordan and a brunette woman with him. She felt her breath hitch, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her heart curled in pain, making her stagger as she let the wall support her.

That would have been devastating to her. She glanced up at the headline and winced a little. And it read: New woman for billionaire play boy; Love or another conquest? The article identified Greg as the billionaire and her as Chief West's reclusive daughter with a bunch of nonsense downwards, some of which were lies. Tears streamed down her face. She wondered what Greg must think of her now. He was definitely hurt. How had her life come to this? Who had done this to her? She covered her mouth in horror when she thought of her father. He was definitely going to hear of it.

It was a strange thing, feeling held without being touched. “How did you find me then? How did you know I went back to college, that same college?” “I saw the news. I saw you in the news during the scandal that you were a billionaire’s mistress and I cannot over emphasize the joy I felt to know that you were alive and in health. I was even more overjoyed when I found out you were still in the same city and then you announced that you were going back to college and I took the first flight back and took my chances that you would go back to the same college you attended before…” she looked so sorry. “ before you had to drop out”

She drags me from my chair. This is the ninth store we’re entering, and I’m already feeling bad for him. “Calm down, he’s a billionaire. A few million won’t hurt him.” She says, taking a dress from the rack for me to try. However, my attention is not on her; rather, my eyes are focused on Christine. Just on cue, our gaze meets, and she smirks. “If it isn't the gold-digging whore.” She says, giving me a digested look. “Excuse me, who on earth are you?” Catherine jumps to my defense before I can say anything.

Her heart aches for her money. She looked at her remaining balance and almost cried. Bryan looked at her pained expression with a devious smile, he looked at her with an innocent smile, "You said you would learn to love me? Are you regretting it?" He arched an eyebrow and stared at her. That is right! She regrets it! If she didn't say that perhaps her money would still be intact. All her savings! Damn!!

Alessia said, her voice already receding as she turned to Lucien, discussing a dinner reservation as if I were no longer in the room. As they dragged me toward the door, I looked back one last time. Lucien was leaning down, whispering something in her ear, and she, the woman who had never laughed in my presence for three years let out a soft, genuine smile. I was the one who had made her a billionaire’s wife. But he was the one who had made her a Queen. I was escorted into the bright, unforgiving light of the Chicago afternoon, standing on the sidewalk as a cold rain began to fall. My empire was gone. My child was gone.

She opened them and wore a pitiful look. “Thank you, everyone, for accepting this work proposal from the beginning. It’s your decision to work for me and now that you decline, I can do nothing…” She started and took a break. She squeezed her hand in each other, fixing her teary eyes on them. “Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady,” she said. “There’s a young billionaire heiress lady, who has always lived her life in hidden because she believes wealth is dirty and she didn’t want to get involved in it. One day, she finds out a secret of how wealthy people ganged up and killed innocent peoples,” she narrated.