Mr Billionaires Regret 소설 & 이야기

Why would he do that to her? Voices outside made her still at what they said. “…did you hear Michael was found? He almost died again! That man has the nine lives of a cat,” a woman said, followed by the chuckles of the rest of them. “What's more, I heard he's the lost billionaire from the city, they thought he was dead, can you imagine how lucky he is?” Another chipped in what she mentioned, piquing Christine's attention. Michael was a billionaire? How was that possible? The mere thought of staying with Andrew, a mere millionaire's son, and leaving an actual billionaire didn't add up. She had to act and act fast and soon.

“She is just in love and you don’t have the right to take that away from her.” My words only made Alexander more upset. “I’m not having this conversation with you.” He said before storming out of the dining room. “Yes, you need some time to cool off and think,” I yelled as he left. “It’s not that deep.” I understood Alexander’s frustrations. Mason’s parents were responsible for something that led to a huge loss in the company. But it had passed and we were able to come back and make even more money than we had lost. It wasn’t like Riley was getting married to the boy, he needed to calm down.

Lessie's words made the surrounding people frown, and they all began to mumble—by their expression, one will know that they're thinking that Valencia isn't a good person. A smirk surfaced on Lessie's face upon getting the results she wanted. Even on Valencia's wedding day, she won't give that bitch the chance to be happy. Mr. Carter frowned angrily, his voice booming in the hall. Since that useless and unworthy Valencia had made herself useful by hooking up with Maverick, the number one billionaire in the country, Mr. Carter had been a bit satisfied with her. Who knew that useless girl would suddenly want to cause a mess at the wedding? Being the billionaire in-law will give rise to many opp

That greeting went straight to his cock… sir in that voice of hers was way too sinful “You don't look happy.” The billionaire said pushing his unholy thoughts aside, he needed to know why his baby wasn't smiling at him. “Just give me a few minutes, I am coming to you.” He was already getting out of his seat when she spoke, halting him. “No, I just … I know it's stupid… ummm….” Romero paused and settled back to his seat, he was becoming anxious … What the hell was going on? Was she going to say she regretted what had happened and it shouldn't happen again? His heart constricts.

she laughed before I finally dragged her away, heading towards the door. “You’re insane,” I muttered as we continued on our way. But I couldn’t stop the little warm, nostalgic flare in my chest. It reminded me of those days in high school when she’d slug anyone who messed with me. “Well, you do need a crazy best friend,” she said, looping her arm through mine. “Especially now that you’re about to be a billionaire.” We laughed, and I could feel the tension in my chest easing away finally. I still couldn’t believe Mr. Reginald willed his precious possessions to me. We’d never met before, so it all felt strange.

--- Flashback – One Month Ago "Elena, you’re marrying Alexander Drake." I stared at my father across his mahogany desk, the heavy scent of cigar smoke hanging in the air. "What?” He stayed calm, unfazed. "This marriage will finally put an end to the long-standing feud between the Morettis and the Drakes. It’ll bring our reputations together, strengthen our business ties, and draw in new investors. It’s the perfect solution." I shook my head, feeling a wave of disbelief wash over me. "You can’t be serious. Alexander Drake can’t stand us."

It was the kind of fear that came with knowing that the end was coming and you couldn't stop it. "You think this is funny?" he spat. "You think you’re better than me?" I rolled my eyes, my hands fisted at my side. “I don’t have to think it. I know it. And while we're on the topic, what do you know about the Mahesh Cartel?” Rowan’s eyes shut down, and his body became still and stiff. He gritted his jaw. “What the fuck is that? If you’re behind the drop in my shares…"

“She won’t confirm it.” “She wouldn’t,” Margaret said quietly. “Not after how you treated her.” “That was business,” Ethan said automatically. Margaret’s gaze hardened. “No. That was arrogance.” The word struck deeper than he expected. “You walked away from your wife like she was a bad investment,” she continued. “If that child is yours, Ethan, understand this...” She leaned forward. “You don’t get to claim him with money or lawyers. Not first.” Ethan said nothing. Across the city, Serena sat in her lawyer’s office, posture straight, voice steady.

“Late? I’ve been waiting five years for you to look at me like I matter again. I guess I missed the memo that our marriage had an expiration date.” Finally, he turned. His eyes – the same deep amber that had once made her heart race – were cold as winter. At thirty-two, Alexander Cross was already one of New York’s most powerful CEOs, head of Cross Industries, a conglomerate that touched everything from real estate to high fashion. He’d built his empire on precision and control. Their marriage had been his first and only failure.

They were having dinner at the Riverside Diner, where everyone knew their names and treated them like neighbors instead of billionaires. "I miss this," Elena said, watching the sunset from Victoria's porch. "Miss being normal. Miss when our biggest problem was whether we could afford N*****x." "You never had that problem. You were always broke." "Exactly. Simpler times." "Do you regret it? "Do you regret marrying me or taking the inheritance?" Elena asked. Elena thought about it honestly. "Sometimes. When I'm fighting with the board or dealing with media or wondering if Patricia's betrayal was my fault. Sometimes I regret it."