Novel & Cerita The Billionaire Playboy's Regret

The man lying in bed—the one with the muscled, glorious body draped in elegant tattoos—the one with the cocky, pulse-quickening smile, the piercing blue eyes, and the hot, panty-meltingly filthy mouth—wasn’t a stranger at all. The man in the mattress was the famous billionaire playboy. The most tabloid-infamous rich bad boy in the elite world. The sort of man her grandmother warned her about. The kind she doesn't want to wake up naked next to. The wicked billionaire with a bad stature as massive as his dick. The one who allegedly owned a legion of bodyguards and was rumoured to have his own brotherhood of gigantic, ex-military, strong and beautiful men and women in entire Europe. The man lyi

Caleb roared suddenly, slamming his hand against the leather armrest. The violence of his reaction caught me completely off guard. I froze, staring at him as he ran both hands through his hair, dragging them down his face in sheer agony. "I was twenty-four, Scarlett," Caleb said, his voice dropping to a harsh, desperate whisper. "My father’s business didn't just fail—he left behind millions in debt to dangerous, powerful people who didn't care about legal boundaries. When he died, those debts fell directly onto my shoulders." My breath caught in my throat. My heart stuttered a beat. *His father’s debts?*

Rich people really do play a different game. "Expensive? I'm worth hundreds of billions. You had me five times in one night. A million a round isn't exactly unreasonable." His voice had dropped low and rough, and the position they were locked in made every word land somewhere it shouldn't. He had no intention whatsoever of letting this end. Isla felt her whole world crumble. If there were a pill that could undo my mistakes, I would swallow the entire bottle right now. If I could go back in time, I would never, EVER have provoked this man.

He also owns different clubs, hotels, and houses around the world. I Stare at Eva shocked, finally understanding her reaction. "I think the man is a freaking billionaire." "I think he is." I knew he had money, but surely not this kind of money. I clicked on the first article and I immediately regretted my decision when I started reading. The headline read 'ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND HOLLYWOOD PRINCESS' They looked cosy in the pictures which made me very mad.

“It just feels strange. Using it for this. For… us.” “It doesn’t feel strange to me,” Alexander said quietly. He reached across the table, his hand settling over hers, stopping her restless movements. His palm was warm, his touch deliberate. “It feels like exactly the kind of partner I should have had five years ago, if I hadn’t been a blind fool.” Sophia froze, her eyes flying to his. There was a raw, aching vulnerability in his gaze that she had never seen before—no corporate mask, no billionaire pride. Just regret, pure and bleeding.

Soon, it would be gone completely. But she’d be back. She’d be back stronger than he could ever imagine. And when she was, he’d finally understand what regret truly meant. The plane touched down in Seattle as the sun rose over the mountains. Sophia stepped onto the tarmac, a small suitcase in one hand and a secret in her heart. But waiting for her at baggage claim was a man in a dark suit – one she’d never seen before, but whose eyes were fixed on her face. He pulled out his phone, typed a quick message, and looked up at her with a cold smile.

"You are bright, you are patient, and you need this more than anyone I know. Listen, he's desperate - all three nannies previously hired only stayed for a month. But you are family, and I vouched for you. All I want you to do is keep your head down and do your job, but do not for the life of you fall for the charm. I mean it, Amy. Damien Ross is not someone you ever want to play games with." Amy knew the stories just like everyone else knew. The tabloids called him the Playboy Billionaire - a force whose name was synonymous with heartbreaker. It was a known fact that he had no problem with women throwing themselves at him; he never had to do any chasing. He had built an empire in his late tw

A strange feeling curled in my chest, shock, yes, but something else too, something I didn’t want to name. “It’s my life, not some public information.” I snarled. I didn't need his sympathy. I didn't want any more entanglements. I just want to dance, get my revenge, and forget about the past four years of my life. Men like Williams Banks, you trust them at your own risk. He wasn't just a famous billionaire, he was also a very controversial bachelor. His relationship status had always remained complicated over the years.

The idea that his 'Late Regret' was for a child that wasn't even his, that his sacrifice and his pain were based on a lie was the ultimate psychological castration. "Who?" he whispered, his voice a ghost of a sound. "Whose was it?" I looked at Lucien, who caught my drift instantly. He leaned in, a cruel, beautiful smile playing on his lips. "He was a Valois, Massimo. He was always a Valois." We walked out, leaving Massimo screaming into the empty, rotting apartment, the sodden baby bootie still sitting at the bottom of a glass of cheap wine. As we reached the car, my phone buzzed. A message from my private investigator.

He stated giving me his million dollar smile that would make any woman's knees turn into jelly. “I know you and I don’t trust you. Excuse me.” I left before I enjoyed talking to him and forgot who he was. His reputation as a playboy was enough warning for me to stay away from him. One look from him I know that he was already undressing me with his eyes. He would be the last person I would be caught with. He was nothing but a billionaire with a pretty face. And I had no intention of being the flavour of the month. My mind is set; the next man I’ll get involved with is the man that I’d marry.