Billionaires Regret Novel Novels & Stories

“Relax. I promise you won’t lose in the end.” He bristled. Of course he remembered Kane’s recent offer to buy back the board’s shares—an offer every director had rejected out of pride or mistrust. Now those same shares were dead weight, and Felix regretted not selling when he had the chance. “Gabriella, I’ve made a fortune these last few years, sure,” he said tightly. “But don’t expect me to cough it all back up.” ATTA’s bonuses had lined his pockets, and he’d squandered plenty of it on luxuries. Watching his remaining fortune evaporate now made him sick to his stomach.

He continued, "Mr. Orlov and Mr Cage frequent the same casino I do. It's where all these rich men go to escape their sad, miserable lives, betting away their fortunes while drowning in self-pity. I always knew that Mr. Cage was bitter, but I never realized how much until I sat down with him over a few drinks." Richard let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head as if he found the entire thing ridiculous. "He’d go on and on about how his younger brother—Alex’s father—became a billionaire, built an empire, and then threw him out over one single mistake. Just one mistake, Reyna." Richard turned to look at me, as if expecting sympathy, but I just glared at him, my wrists straining against the ropes.

My friend and some of the other girls were back there gossiping. “What’s the chatter about?” I asked. “Don't you know who that is?” One of the girls asked. “No, who is he?” They all gasped like I said something criminal. “He's one of the richest men in this city. He has been in the US for a while now and he’s back now. Word has it that he’s part of the mafia.” “Oh,” I murmured. I knew he was rich but I didn’t think he would be that rich.

The car pulled away. For a minute or two, Noora sat stiffly, unsure if she’d just made a mistake, but the man didn’t speak. He didn’t probe or ask invasive questions. He simply relaxed into the seat with that silent, effortless confidence rich people seemed to be born with. It unsettled her, but in a nice way. Were there actually decent, non-evil billionaires in the world? Her curiosity got the better of her, and she sneaked a sideways glance—just a peek—and unfortunately, she was caught. His lips curved slightly.

The roof was gone, allowing the stars to spill into the room, illuminating rows of water-damaged books. Julian sat by a small, smokeless fire, staring at the copper band on his finger. The silence of the continent was heavy. Without the hum of the grid or the constant ping of data, the memories of his life as a billionaire felt like a fever dream. "I keep waiting for the bill to come due," Julian whispered, his voice cracking in the stillness. "Every time I see a person thriving in these ruins, a part of me feels like a thief. I took their world away, Clara. I broke the civilization they knew."

His head dipped toward her as he spoke softly. I couldn’t see her face. But I heard him. “V,” he murmured. The same tone he used with me. My world shattered. I turned and walked away before he could see me. ******** Val did not come in that evening. Javier did not return home. My calls didn’t go through. So I called Riley and I broke. I told her everything. The hotel, the condom, the hospital, the nickname. There was silence. And then… “Alice?” Greg’s voice cut in.

Thomas asked from the Bowery, his voice filled with the wisdom of a new era. ​"You don't own the story until you’re willing to let someone else live in the margins." ​The "Billionaire's Debt" was truly gone. We were no longer paying for the past. We were Investing in the Infinite. And the second book was already beginning to print at the L1 Lagrange point.

"This was never about winning against you, Roman. It was about making sure nobody could threaten them the way your mother and Vanessa tried to." "I know that now," Roman said. "I think some part of me always knew it, even when I was still angry enough to call it revenge." Vivienne gathered her papers, aware of him watching her with an attentiveness she hadn't invited but hadn't entirely discouraged either. "How is the press handling your mother's arrest?" "Badly," Roman admitted. "The financial press is having a field day with the phrase 'billionaire matriarch charged with attempted murder.' I've had to hire a second communications firm just to manage the fallout."

"Our world sometimes feels so small." "I swear, that's all there is." I shifted my gaze as I contemplated. The world, the industry, sometimes feels like a cage when surrounded by people with wealth and power. Everyone gets desperate when they're trapped. But once you set them free, they start wanting it all. They said money can solve everything, but it's never enough. I wouldn't deny my desire to have it all. But there were still lines I wouldn't cross and things I wouldn't take. I was fortunate that my parents weren't power-hungry or greedy. My parents loved their careers, and I knew they did everything to protect and grow what they loved. But never at our expense.

Then, as a rape victim whose word meant nothing against a rich man's lies. But billionaires weren't powerless. Billionaires made the rules instead of following them. I looked at Cade. Really looked at him. Saw the hope in his eyes that this money would somehow fix what had broken between us. Those zeros in a bank account could erase the image of Silvio's head exploding. He was wrong. But he also wasn't entirely wrong. Because for a split second, just one crystalline moment of absolute clarity, all my anger and depression and horror simply... disappeared.