Mr Billionaires Regret Novels & Stories

Sometimes I couldn’t even cry in genuinely sad situations. “I grew up in a very poor family,” I began. “Sometimes we barely had anything to eat and rich people treated us like trash. Growing up, I always dreamed of being rich and great so that people could respect me and my family.” I paused for effect. I knew that being from a poor background didn't mean you should be a b¡tch but I wanted him to understand why I was like that. “When I got accepted here, I thought it was a great opportunity to have an important position like Maya's. Since she and her family are already rich, she doesn't need this job as much as I do. I'm sorry and I swear I regret it. I wish I could turn back time.” “If you

“Or should I remind you of the time we met in Houston when you told me I made a great choice by aborting the pregnancy?” “But you didn't, and I will forever worship you for that.” His voice was full of regret. “Oh really,” I chuckled, “you want to worship me, the same Sierra who was nothing but a plus-sized woman who only Mr. Winters would marry, the same Sierra who would die single? Tell me, Mr. Winters, are we talking about this same nobody?” My voice was calm. “I'm sorry, I know I wronged you, but I want you to know that I regret everything I said and did to you if there was a way I…”

Emily said, adjusting herself into a comfortable position, bracing for what she anticipated to be a difficult conversation. Georgia smiled elegantly, her demeanor softened by the sunlight streaming through the window, betraying none of the storms Emily expected. Holding a cup of jasmine tea in her delicately pale hands, she gently caressed the glass cup and began softly, "Do you know what I regret most in my life?" Emily listened disinterestedly, not particularly curious about the regrets of the affluent Mrs. Gibson, and responded nonchalantly, "I don't know." Georgia chuckled lightly, undisturbed by Emily's attitude, and continued, "I regret marrying Murray's father."

She looked at me with mixed feelings, her eyes quivering as she couldn't say a word to me. Sounds of cameras filtered in the air as much as gossip. “BREAKING NEWS: The Billionaire Heir who rejected and divorced his wife regrets his actions and desperately wants her back!” It was showcased on the sign board in less than a minute before my action. That was the power of reporters and social media.

She concluded with a fierceness that bothered me at a point. I knew Ruth came from a well to do family but how would she accept all that she has just blurted out right now? Max turned back to face her with a stern look "Perhaps Ruth, I have been too lenient on you, you wouldn't really want your life ruined by this same world, now tell me, do you think it would change anything after you release all these claims to the public? Ask yourself, what would you gain and loose? And once you have the answer to that question, You'll get out of this mansion " He said and without wasting another moment, he left the room.

His signature was neat, emotionless, as though he just signed a contract, another business deal. I haven't signed mine yet, because I was still clinging to some foolish hope that maybe, just maybe, there was something left to save. But after hearing him on that call, I knew there was nothing left. I will sign it but I don't need a penny from him. The ten million can not replace all the years of pain and heartbreak I went through. It can't mend my broken heart. I'm glad he didn't know about our baby, the little life growing inside of me because it's my baby now, only mine.

“You’re not one to talk.” “And you are? I remember telling you several times that I was pregnant but you didn’t even give me listening ears. You accused me of lying and threatened to take away the doctor’s job. Do you not remember all those?” “I do.” He took a step closer. “I do remember them and I regret it a lot. I regret my actions and I wish I could take them back.” “But you can’t, Jackson. The past has already happened. This is our future. There’s nothing to change and I don’t intend to change it.”

I watched all of these in silence, so many thoughts whirling through my head. I was still hurting from Arielle leaving with a man, and just when I thought the day could get any better, another comes with a flower. And wait—did he just drive up in that sleek Mercedes-Benz? Could the day get any worse? The moment the man was out of earshot, I nudged at Rebecca's arm urgently. "Who is this guy?" With a sympathetic balance, she responded, "That’s our boss’s ex–husband. A billionaire, as you can see."

he paused, catching his breath, while Sera tried to help, only to be waved away. “This was my one chance to acquire that company, and you ruined it! Do you realize how much money that company could make in five years? Did you even think before letting him go on national TV?” he pressed, his frustration growing with each word. It felt petty for him to be so worked up over a business deal when his health was deteriorating every day. “I’m so sorry, sir, this is entirely my fault,” Sera interjected. She didn’t flinch, but her eyes gave her away.

“No PowerPoint presentation about how lonely rich men get trapped in emotional mistakes with blond secretaries?” “No.” “No defense about how Kelsey was actually a complex human being with a wounded inner child and tragic access to hotel keycards?” He looked down for a moment. “No.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re ruining the rhythm.” “Sorry.” “Don’t apologize like that.” “Like what?” “Like you actually know what you should be sorry for.” He set his mug on the low table. “I do.” I hated that.