Billionaire's Regret: Finding Her Novels & Stories

“Yes. He shared that to me recently. He said that he got into an accident and was in hospital for years. That time, I raised the child alone thinking that we were abandoned. I guess I was wrong.” Lance clenched his fists and he felt his nails wounding his palms. Even though he knew that Eric had a valid reason why he could not go back to her, he wanted to blame him. “Time passed by. Then, we met each other again and I found out that my long lost friend is actually the billionaire who owns the Geelq corporation. I was so shocked and damn mad. Because I also heard that he will marry his fiancee. I felt like a pathetic woman who did my best to raise my kid, while his father was having a good li

But she's far gone now, I can't find her anymore! I sighed deeply in regret and went back into my car. I drove back home sadly, as I couldn't find Roseville and my money. * * *

He asked and I nodded, as though he could see me. “Yes, I just left the house.” “I’ll meet you after your class then. I’ll see you later.” “Alright.” As the call ended, I decided to browse about the elegance company. I needed to see the people who were responsible for all the things that were happening in our lives. It was a beauty company. They looked like they were doing well for themselves, so I had no idea why they would try and sabotage my father’s company. I kept on clicking on different articles until I saw the founder of the company. “Mhmm,” I whispered to myself as I saw the familiar name. “Craig,” I added as I continued looking.

I shook my head, perhaps I wasn’t seeing properly, I rubbed my eyes and lo and behold, it was truly her. “This is crazy, I do not understand these billionaires, who could have thought that any woman would ever cheat on Finn, handsome Finn Caddel?” I blurted out feeling so upset, I wished so hard that I could find Finn and drag him right here to see things for himself, I took one glance at the door and saw him walk in, I gasped.

Grief with no right to exist for a stranger, for one night, for the girl who had hoped the world contained men who held women like that. He had found someone. He loved her the way I had spent eight years waiting to be loved. And here I stood. Roberta Riggs. Wife of Jace Riggs. Billionaire. Architect of his fortune—visible to no one. Trapped. Buried alive. Unhappily married to a man who had never once stood beside me in public. The stretcher disappeared through another set of doors. Brett followed without looking back. Then the gurney came back out.

She'd seen the way he flattered her, coaxing her into signing over shares of ATTA. She'd known. But she hadn't wanted to believe it. She hadn't wanted to paint them as rotten to the core. So she had pretended not to notice, and kept giving. But now it was clear—in their eyes, her kindness was nothing but hypocrisy. "I regret it," she whispered, clutching her chest, grief twisting her face. "I never should have taken you two out of the Parrott. I should have left you there. I raised a pair of wolves who've only brought ruin to ATTA."

“Now it’s messy.” Still wasn’t a full answer. She knew that. But she also knew it was the most she’d get from someone like me. She brushed past me — not aggressive. Just enough to test something. Her arm grazed mine. I felt her pause. And I didn’t move either. Because I noticed it too. She hated that. — The next morning, the headlines came in. Vale’s Forgotten Daughter and Her Billionaire Husband Spark Questions at Charity Gala. Of course they did.

Seeing the woman's confused expression, Sarah smiled and said, "In the moment I opened my hand, your heart already had the answer. I can't tell you how to solve your problem, nor can I make the decision for you. But you should know that you only have one life, while love can be found more than once. The fact that you're troubled by this situation shows that your principles and your heart have already made the decision for you." The woman's eyes were confused, but when they drifted to the photograph in her hand, a flash of clarity appeared. She understood what she needed to do and how to find herself again. "Thank you." This expression of gratitude seemed to carry some of her former pride. Sh

” Her voice rose, trembling with anger. “You promised to pay me back, Marcus! I gave you everything—my time, my money, my trust. I sold my family heirloom for you! And when you couldn’t pay me back, I didn’t fight it. I thought we shared something real, something special. But now... she’s the one you love?” Her voice cracked under the weight of her own words.

She picked up Ethan's black coffee - her father's black coffee, no sugar, like his heart before her mother - and threw it. Not at Leo. At the wall. It splashed, black, bitter. "I hate billionaires!" she shouted, crying, in Zara and sneakers, just like her mother 20 years ago in Chelsea Registry Office. "I hate liar billionaires! Both of you!" She ran out into the rain, barefoot? No, in sneakers, but running, just like her mother ran from the penthouse when she found out Ethan was a billionaire. Leo tried to run after her, but Ethan caught his arm, his grip iron.