Mr Billionaires Regret Novels & Stories

It was only as Martin moved a bit that Louis could finally see who the figure was and as soon as he did, his heart jumped out of his chest. “Draco!” He exclaimed and lowered his head immediately. Seated before them was Mehdi King, dressed in a corporate suit with a cigar in his hand. His sharp jawline gave his features a frightening and dominating look, one that could make anyone writhe in fear. But, he always made sure to soften his features with a smile when he was faced with reporters and cameras. Mehdi King was an unmarried billionaire who was only thirty-two years of age. At such a young age, he not only controlled a quarter of the country’s wealth, he also controlled over a thousand me

I have my own empire that I built during my younger years. I am not called a billionaire at such a young age for nothing. However, investors keep calling me. They wanted to have a meeting with me. But I kept on refusing. I do not know if I could manage to go back to work. I miss Pennelope's messages and calls. I missed her voice so much. I missed her scent on my skin and on our bed. Just like tonight.

Weren't they excited because she was pregnant? “This is what you get for marrying a stripper, Zephyr. I warned you several times, but you didn't listen. Now she keeps following us around, hoping to jilt us out of our wealth,” Mrs. Blackwood echoed with irritation to Zephyr, who had no expression on his face. “I just want this gold digger out of my sight,” Mrs. Blackwood exaggerated with a loud gasp. “Yes, it was his fault for not listening to his mother when she warned him about marrying someone like Nova.”

“Wait, I think... Sera has a say in this, right? It's not just about us, right?” Right. Marrying one of these men to inherit a fortune and lead a powerful company—it was like a plot from a cheesy romance novel. I looked pleadingly at Reggie. “Reggie, can we talk for a minute?” He smiled calmly. “You can talk about anything here, my dear.” I felt like I had been betrayed by Reggie. I obviously knew he was a great businessman, a big shot businessman, who did a lot of things to get what he wanted. He knew full well that some of his decisions would upset or disappoint others. But this wasn't about business.

"Oh, he'll fall for it. And his wife, Mrs. Caroline, will make it easier for him. She's so greedy, she'll push him to invest without doing his due diligence." Phila chuckled, a low, husky sound. "You're peacefully evil, Elena. I love it." I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "The story will come to an end, Phila. Maybe happy, maybe sad. But one thing's for sure - I'll make everyone who's haunted me and my family pay." Phila nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'll book the appointment and let you know how it goes. You'll be waiting for my feedback tonight?"

They decided not to show her tantrum just to maintain a certain level of decorum. I clenched my fist, knowing she had caused so much shame and embarrassment for me. “I never expected you to be this shameful, Vivian!” I mumbled, my face a mixture of impotent fury. After a while, my phone buzzed, alerting me of an incoming call.. It was a call from Craig– A top billionaire’s son who invested in my company. My brows creased slightly when I recalled seeing him approach Vivian on the screen at the charity gala. Or maybe he wasn't the one, I thought..

I already knew the three regrets that haunted him. Regret one: Marrying Miley. Regret two: Never standing up to his parents. Regret three: Failing to save Jennifer. Today, at least, the first regret had been resolved. I handed him the newly signed engagement document. He looked at me with disdain, as if I had finally succeeded in coercing him, and reached out to open it. I stopped him, pressing my hand over his. "Look at it tomorrow. This time, your wish will come true. Whatever you want—if I have it, it's yours."

I had walked away from the villa without looking back even though my heart shattered the moment the ink dried. Nathan had delivered the news in the worst way possible. I was sad, angry, and embarrassed by what had happened. He had made up his mind before we arrived. Our “romantic getaway” had been nothing but a plan to humiliate me in front of his colleagues and business associates. I could feel his eyes watching me. Waiting for an outburst, a reaction from me. I had given him everything except my dignity and I intend to keep it that way. “Do you regret it?” He asked, finally breaking the silence

She couldn’t have terminated the pregnancy. “You did what?” I asked, my voice breaking. “I’m so sorry, Grayson… after I left, I thought I could do it on my own, but I barely had any money and I couldn’t even take care of myself. So I didn’t want to bring a child into this world.” My eyes burned with unshed tears. The one thing I had been looking forward to didn’t even exist. I didn’t even know how I felt. “You terminated the baby because of money?” I finally asked after a long moment of silence. “It doesn’t even make sense… I would have given you whatever you wanted. You let the child of a billionaire go because of money? Such an irony.”

“I told myself you were under pressure. I told myself that once the next deal was finished, once the next meeting was over, once things became less complicated, you would have time for me.” “I should have made time.” “Yes. You should have.” She pressed her lips together. “And I should not have had to beg my husband to notice that I existed.” The words cut through him. He wanted to tell her that he saw her now, that he wished he could go back and change every evening he had left her alone. But those words would not give her back the years. “I am sorry,” he said. “I believe that you regret it.” He looked up. “But regret isn't the same as love,” she continued. “And it isn't proof that you can g