Billionaires Regret Novel Novels & Stories

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

Renea was reticent. The confident smile at the corner of her mouth said it all. "By the way, how can you be sure that Lillian, knowing about Kailey and Cario, will certainly make a big fuss, divorce Cario, and expose Kailey's scandal?" Stella was once again puzzled. "Nowadays, most of the rich big people have three or four women outside and it wasn't that his wife wasn't aware of it, to be honest, they are doing all this for the sake of glory and wealth and turn a blind eye."

He was the kind of man who didn't ask for power; rather, he took it. And now I was caught in his storm. I sat in bed, with my curtains closed, as I watched the muted TV as headlines scrolled at the bottom of the screen, and they were all versions of the same lie. The Billionaire's New Fiancée: A Redemption Arc Or Revenge Plot? We were all confused They didn't know the half of it. Neither did I. The next morning, I walked to the balcony in Killian's dress shirt and no pants. The city was still buzzing below. The air was crisp, the sky overcast, but I welcomed the quiet

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head “Don't do that, you'll regret it. Don't. And don't assume your mum's thoughts until you at least talk to her.” “You seem to be talking from experience, do you mind sharing or is that private too?” I chuckled a bit before answering “ yes I am speaking from experience, I didn't have any siblings though. So none of that already set standards.” “Even if you did, they would feel like shit considering that you are already a billionaire at your early 30s” I laughed again because I was a billionaire, WAS being the cooperative word, how ironic. “Well billionaire or not, I did something really bad when I was around your age and instead of confiding in my mum or my

“Trust me, it’s not going to change anything. They’ll still see you as their father. Isla doesn’t even like Julian.” “That’s because she doesn’t know the truth. I’m sure they would start seeing me differently after you tell them that the billionaire is their father.” My heart dropped. “Is that what you’re thinking about? Do you think the kids care about money?” I forced myself to hide the disappointment in my voice. I always knew Samuel was insecure about Julian because he was my ex-husband, but I had no idea he was also insecure about his money. “I don’t know, Aria… I don’t want to talk about it.”

The most urgent thing now was to solve the problem. “Stop crying. I can compensate you.” As a businessman, especially a predator standing at the top of the pyramid with power in his hands, Calder had always believed there was nothing money could not solve. The word compensate shattered Nola all over again. “Compensate me? With what? Money? Do you think having money makes you so great? Even if you give me all the money in the world, can it turn me back into who I was before?” Nola hugged her knees. Big tears rolled down one after another. She looked helpless and pitiful, like an innocent little animal trapped in a hunter’s snare.

Alexander had spent years believing he understood regret. He had regretted the breakup, the blinding anger, and the bitter resentment that had poisoned his life afterward. But none of those feelings came close to the crushing weight he felt now. Regret was a different beast when you finally looked at the truth. The truth didn’t just hurt; it rewrote his entire history. Victoria’s confession should have brought some twisted form of relief. It should have given him a target for his fury—someone else to carry the blame.

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?*

“He has his father’s spirit. I’m not surprised what he did to you. Even as our situations are similar, your case is different in the sense that your name won’t be cleared from the system. People are still bashing you on the internet. And that is what he wants—to humiliate and make an example of you.” “What would they gain?” “What does every wealthy person gain from the tiniest, cruelest things they do? Satisfaction, and the idea of power.” Power is an illusion. The idea of it is sin. It has wreaked more havoc than anything in the world. My regret is that I didn’t realize this sooner. “You and your boss: kudos to you for being the only two people I know who evaded Gratfiend. I’ve never heard