Romans & histoires Mr Billionaires Regret

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.

She would always wonder why he had changed so suddenly, and that was a small consolation for him. He successfully tamped down the guilt that stirred up in him for taking away all the servants and leaving her all alone in the house. If he was going to be strong and deal with her in the way that she deserved, a guilty conscience was the last thing that he needed. He needed to teach her a huge lesson, and he had only just started. She would see what he was capable of in the following days if she still refused to sign the papers. He was Ryan Miller, one of the world’s hottest billionaires, and no one, least of all a woman whom he had married, was going to make an utter fool out of him and go sco

After all the struggles and toils, now he has nothing. Gregory doesn't know the reason why George has refused totally to even consider any solution. George called him back "You allowed your daughter and the billionaire to come to my office and humiliate me" "What?"

Three years later. "The city is in an uproar. Drew McBride, heir to the McBride Foods, finally appears." Britt Shelby, Anchor 24 Tv news reporter, nearly bounced on her chair. Her eyes shone with glee. "After three years of silence and absence." Maddie rolled her eyes. Oh the life of the rich. To have the whole world practically living on the things you did and didn't do. Who cared about a twenty-two year old young lady, who was waitressing to make needs met for herself and a sixty year old lazy scumbag, who was unfortunately her father? No one. But when an entitled, pompous, profligate millionaire walks into the city? Hold up everyone! The rapture was near.

“Is that all you rich assholes ever think of? Throwing your damn money on whatever you deem attainable? Whatever you think has a price tag?” I knew I was stepping on shaky ground, but I couldn’t help myself. I had no idea how one dealt with a billionaire like this Mr. J. Maxwell. I knew suddenly and with trepidation, however, that I was doing it wrong the moment I saw the dark look in his eyes and the stern expression on his handsome features.

“But I don’t regret meeting Taylor, Genevieve. I know our relationship did not exactly have the smoothest of starts, but I can’t regret it for a moment. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have Bean and I wouldn’t be married to the most amazing man I have ever met. All the rest, well the rest is just…incidental.” Genevieve gives me a weak smile. “I am not talking about your regrets, darling. I would hope that you never come to regret your relationship with my grandson. I only wish that if I had fewer regrets then you would not have had to suffer at the hands of Richard and Hannah. It breaks my heart when I think that my inaction, my failure to deal with the things that I should have, has dragged you into

She must hate him for it. Andy turned to the South Regent. “I’ll pay you. Just help me find them!” The South Regent smiled. “I’m not that money-driven.” “One million dollars!” The South Regent smiled but said nothing. “Three million!” Still, there was no response. “Five million!” The South Regent chuckled and said, “Save it. I don’t need your five million. Earning that much is easy for me, but watching someone live the rest of their life in regret because they can’t apologize is rare.”

He was already happy that he would have a grandchild soon, or maybe it would have been a grandson. He was so upset when he heard that she wasn't pregnant. This made the McCalls lose the little benefits they were gaining from the Blackwells. Mr. McCall was so mad at Malia, he was this close to upgrading his status. He was supposed to be a billionaire, he was tired of being a millionaire. That was all about the McCalls. Things have been going smoothly between Max and Nora. Their relationship wasn't a secret anymore. Axel still wasn't fully in support of it but it kept getting better every day.

It would have been better if I'd never come to this stupid resort at all. But then I remember the three million dollars and shake my head. No. It's stupid to regret coming here. That's just the heartbreak talking. Or maybe the dehydration from all the crying. Coming to this resort helped me clean up my feelings about Mike once and for all. I finally see him clearly for what he is—a cheating narcissist who thinks saying sorry erases years of betrayal. And I earned three million dollars. Three million. That's "never worry about rent again" money. That's "pay for Mom's treatment" money. That's "maybe start over somewhere far away" money.

" I lasted exactly three seconds, then I burst. One laugh escaped before another followed, louder than the last, until I was doubled over, clutching my stomach while tears gathered in the corners of my eyes. "Don't you dare laugh," Maverick warned, holding the diaper. That only made it worse. "You're a billionaire," I wheezed between laughs. "You run an international company. People fear you." "This isn't funny." he said. "It absolutely is." He sighed dramatically. "I negotiate billion-dollar acquisitions." "Mhmm."