Mr Billionaires Regret Novels & Stories

Alex wasn’t one to open up about such things, and it wasn’t because their relationship had barely begun, he wasn’t a minimalist, he was just a man who kept his life private, so private you’d have to dig him up to find his net worth. As the tension continuously engulfed the four, a sudden breeze of fear surged through Margaret as she came to the realization, “You’re truly a billionaire, aren’t you?” she muttered, her voice was low and emotional. “At least, you could’ve mentioned it. I made a fool of myself.” Margaret stood up, carried her purse and walked out of the table. Suddenly, the tension released its grip on the four, Fredrick pulled off the lid of the Corton du Roy and poured it in a

“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.

“Signing with Geelq is a privilege. Actually, I was worried that you will cancel our appointment. I heard that one of the largest investors decided to sign with Geelq car. So, I thought you won’t go here in Singapore.” Eric forged a cough as he pulled his hand away. Secretary Byron looked at his boss and rolled his eyes. On their way to Singapore, Eric almost canceled his appointment and went back home. Although he really wanted to go back and see Jane and Eugene, he should be responsible for setting the meeting in Singapore. Billionaires and CEO’s have limits. Other people think that rich men can do what they want with just a flick of their fingers. But in reality, it isn’t. The more money

[78] ||Ms. Roselle|| There are so many things to regret but I don't think I have a reason to regret any of them, except of course, if I lose access to them. Yeah! That would be my only regret! How do I regret my source of income and wealth? Because I smug in drugs? Or because I'm an old stripper and a s3x worker? Probably because I rob dignitaries off their wealth? I've done and indulged myself in so many shits and dirty works and I'm glad I did, if not, how do I gather so much wealth in the nick of time?

At the time that he was sitting there, his company was do bankrupt that they were back to bring millionaires and he wasn't talking about alot if millions, it was just a matter of a few millions before they would be declared bankrupt. Sarah was yet to find out about the present situation of the company. Ron did not want to tell his wife about the situation because he did not want to make her feel like she is the cause of these problems. He did not want her to regret being with him and even though he was tempted to, he did not regret being with her, choosing her over money. He loved her.

Carl would get involved. What was his motive in showing up and taking Meera away? In what way were they related? In all the years he and Meera were together, both as friends and as a couple, she had never made mention of Greg. Had she told him before now that she was acquainted with Greg, why would he divorce her? Greg was a sure way to the top of the business world. Forbes and other top magazines say he’s the youngest billionaire, but rumor says that was what he wanted the world to know.

“Shut up boy! You are so clueless and that may kill you. I can't help you, he said mercilessly. I can't go above my powers” Greg’s hope was crushed hard. He had money, but not the kind that he could easily remove twenty million dollars without suffering a big loss. “Please sir”. He begged, Just who the hell was Megan that her name now shook places. “You won't be the end of me, son”. He acknowledged him as his soon-to-be in-law. And As he said these words, he happened to be walking away. “Wait sir. Consider what I did to save Elizabeth”. Greg chose his words carefully. This was the only way he could actually get his attention.

To him, he believed that all rich people shouldn't have regret, after all, what was there that money couldn't solve. A lot. That's a realization that came late to Leon in life. And even now, he was experiencing it. He couldn't buy Alexandra's love for Lucien back, or walk into some underground market and buy a daughter in law exactly like how Alexandra had been. With his thoughts running amuck, and realization hitting him hard in the face, Leon sighed. "Regent," He called out in a low voice as he stared into the fire place like he had been staring at a distant past.

she exclaims with a delighted smile. The last person I wanted to run into tonight was Mrs. Chelsea. “Where are you headed with that suitcase, dear?” She peers at me, her brow furrowing as she studies my face. After a pause, she lets out a small gasp. “Don’t tell me Nate chased you out of the house!” “What? No!” I laugh, a forced sound that even I don’t believe. “Why would you think that?” Mrs. Chelsea chuckles softly but doesn’t look convinced. “Oh, my mistake. It’s just that a billionaire’s wife, sitting all alone at an empty bus stop without any guards or even her own car well, it does make one wonder. But I’m glad I’m wrong.”

Robert asked. Sir Miller nodded despondently, "Yes. I was at my wit's end and had no choice but to surrender myself to your mother." Robert said, "Do you regret it?" Sir Miller shook his head, "I don't know. Perhaps it was your mother who regretted." "Why?" "After I got married to her, with my intelligence, I quickly established my own empire, the Miller Group, utilizing the networking resources of my wife's family. People, when they stand at a high position for a long time, probably forget how they got there."