Mr Billionaires Regret Novels & Stories

I pulled out my handkerchief with a trembling hand and pressed it against my eyes. The tears came fast now, heavy and unstoppable. I was a billionaire. I was the Chairman of the Marchetti Group. I ruled over banks, real estate, and fashion houses across the continent. People feared my name and respected my power. But in this quiet moment on a dark street, none of that wealth mattered. I was just a father who had finally found his lost child. I stood there crying for several minutes, letting years of regret wash out of my soul. I cried for Elaine, who died alone. I cried for Bella, who had to fight the world by herself to build an empire from nothing.

Every tear I cry, I’m making them bleed in gold. "Shay." I didn't startle. I had expected him. Massimo stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, his hair disheveled. The polished billionaire was gone; in his place was a man who looked like he was drowning. "That name again," I said, not turning around. "You really are obsessed with this Shay. Was she someone important?" "She was everything," he choked out. I turned then, a cold, sharp laugh escaping my lips. "Everything? Then why did you throw her away like a used rag? Why did you let her bleed on the floor while you toasted to your success?"

James Mccoy was a name Elena had not heard of before. But he was a billionaire known for selling luxury products like chandeliers, couches, mirrors, clothes, footwear and skincare products. “Mr. James has a special relationship with Mer,” Brad told her. “His dad was one of the founders of that company. He had to sell those shares away for investing in another business. But he still values that company a lot. He would always tell me that his father regretted selling the shares of Mer. For someone who was selling luxury items, a branded magazine was more important than anything else. He regretted selling that magazine’s shares.”

“I absolutely did not.” “Liar.” “I merely…calculated incorrectly.” She burst into laughter. “There it is.” “What?” “Your billionaire ego.” “My ego is perfectly reasonable.” She folded her arms dramatically. “The man who controls multinational companies can’t throw a ring?” “I was distracted.” “By what?” “You.” Her cheeks flushed. “You flirt shamelessly.” “Only with one woman.” She looked away, smiling. Sometimes, Daniel realized, happiness wasn’t loud. It wasn’t private jets. Or luxury hotels.

He was old enough to understand that. “Okay,” he muttered and exhaled heavily before shutting his eyes. ~ Bryan stared at his breakfast as different thoughts kept popping into his head. All he wants to do is talk to Alessa. He has questions, lots of questions. How did she manage to survive while carrying twins? How did she become so rich when all she did was beg on the street for food? “Billionaire’s ex-wife returns after six years with twins and he couldn't get his eyes off her. Is the billionaire having regrets?” A voice said.

the man said, his voice terrifyingly calm, a quiet, ruthless tone that made it infinitely more frightening than shouting ever could have been. "Three weeks, and I still don't have my money." "Reggie, please." Frank's voice cracked, high and pathetic with raw desperation. "I just need a little more time. I'm begging you." "You said that three weeks ago," Reggie said, his eyes devoid of any human pity. "I don't do more time. I do results." "Please!" Vivian sobbed, her entire body trembling in absolute horror. "We don't have it, we swear on our lives we don't have it!"

And it was not for the better. I was in denial of the regrets that kept creeping in before but I had fully come to terms with them. I regret ever deciding to marry Lianna and all that was just to spite my father. And it didn’t turn out well It went on for about an hour of me trying to shut the rambling in my mind off and get some rest, at least no matter how little it was but I just couldn’t. My mind was going a million miles per minute. Maybe I needed to speak to her.

It was not a question. “Yes,” I said. "Fromnine thousand dollars and a storage unit.” “And a lot of bad nights and one very good mentor.” He looked at me for a long moment. “I owe you an apology for something,” he said. I waited. “The first time we met in this context,” he said. “The Calloway Foundation panel. I said congratulations to you across a boardroom table like it was nothing.” He held my gaze. “It wasn’t nothing. I should have said it like it wasn’t.”

For the next few days, Regina reveled in luxury and privilege, lifted so high she seemed untouchable. Nothing out of the ordinary happened to me, too. Until one day, during a livestream, world-renowned billionaire Cyril Mallet made a staggering wager of hundreds of billions, all just for three rounds of cards with Regina. The whole world erupted in shock. "Wait, that's the richest man who controls tens of thousands of mines! He's actually asking to bet with the incredibly lucky Regina Wade?"

“But Cameron has changed so much. She0s no longer the sweet and innocent girl you introduced to me one day. I don’t know what happened with your granddaughter.” Mr. Milan lowered his head. He’d also noticed some changes in her. He just thought it was because of the life she was living. He always knew she didn’t want to be married under a contract. She wanted to seek for her own happiness on her own. And regret had starting to fill his heart. As he’d say, he was too old to continue living without regrets, He’d hurt so much his granddaughter, and until now he was learning it. Suddenly, the fast and heavy steps of someone approaching them called their attention.