The Billionaire Playboy's Regret Novels & Stories

I can remember when I first arrived here, I lived in a shabby house, but now things have changed and I have changed too, I was no longer the timid and naive Ava from years back, I'm now a domineering, ruthless, and powerful billionaire who controls millions of wealth across all countries I was happy I left New York, happy I took that bold step to become who I am today, happy I could give my lovely kids a good life plus the love of a mother and father as well, they never asked about their father and I take that as a clue that I'm doing well in feeling two gaps at a time after all there father don't even care if they exist I heard Nicklaus Michaelson is now confined to a wheelchair, what a wor

“Because she gives me bread that isn’t sad.” Salma touched her own chest. “I feel appreciated.” “This is Uncle Javier.” A man in a suit with a slanted eyebrow. Poppy added a dollar bill and one angry symbol beside him. “Because he’s rich and likes pinching cheeks.” Javier sighed. “My legacy is ruined.” I sat in the armchair, arms folded, trying to breathe normally like a woman who had no idea her life was being forcibly stitched into something misshapen. Then Poppy stopped.

“He learned to disappear. That takes practice. And anger.” Grace watched him from the opposite side of the room. “Your father believed the payment would end it. He was wrong. A child who grows up knowing he was bought into silence does not forget.” I thought of the boy in the photograph turned face, the hand of Margaret Hale on his shoulder and tried to imagine the years that had followed. A mother who had accepted money and vanished. A father who had refused to claim him. A family name that had remained just out of reach. It was not difficult to see how that kind of wound could harden into something sharp enough to cut through locks and cameras.

He didn't deserve to die. I took a sigh and placed the paper on the table and scribbled my signature on it. God knows I was not the rightful person to sign, I believe his real wife, the one he cherished, the one he wouldn't dare to hurt, was somewhere catching fun. Why wouldn't a billionaire be a player? They lie and joke with people's feelings, it meant nothing to them since they have enough money, they feel everything depended on it. "I'm done with this," I placed the paper on the table for the doctor.

"Elena? You mean the woman you're pretending to love?" I felt a surge of guilt, but I pushed it aside. "She's just a pawn in my game, Kalyan, like common, she is so boring and always around. A means to an end. She’s just an abandoned orphan so for now let her be. I chuckled at her. Kalyan's eyes gleamed with excitement. "And what is the end, Alex? What do you hope to achieve by playing this dangerous game?" I smiled, my heart racing with excitement. "I want it all, Kalyan. The power, the wealth, the love. And I'll stop at nothing to get it."

Talking to her always had that effect on him. It had been six years since they had met again at business school, and yet every conversation still left him feeling strangely warm inside. Daniel stood and walked toward the large window overlooking the glittering skyline. From the outside, his life looked perfect. Daniel Carter. The youngest billionaire in the city. The heir and current head of the Carter Conglomerate. Yet his name rarely appeared in the media. His face had never been published in the news. He preferred it that way. And most importantly…

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 stood up and walks towards me, her smile disappearing like she was understanding me now. “That should tell us the kind of person he is right?” I mumbled the words as she placed a hand on my shoulder. She nods. “Yes, someone that goes for what he wants. You think he’ll allow anyone talk him into marriage if he didn’t want it.” She laughed, surprised that I couldn’t deduce that. “He’s a billionaire olive, he could give Ryan much more than what he got without wanting anything in return. So I think he wants this and besides you said Ryan was the one that told you about him being a playboy, he could have been lying.” She actually turned the whole thing around.

He brushes his hands through his curly dark hair impatiently waiting for an answer and the act alone just about made me forget who I was. “Umm... Goodbye Julius?” “That’s it? Look, media gossip.... exaggerates!” Even I can tell he’s grasping for straws. “You can’t sum me up by some stupid nickname.. I mean...playboy billionaire? I didn’t even pick that!” He throws his arms up in frustration.

Sunglasses covered his eyes, and she wished she could see them even though he was next to her . The picture next to him was of a sheikh of some kind, and she frowned. What did these two have to do with each other? Then, she read the bright yellow headline for the first time. Billionaire playboy sells The Grand Channel and all affiliated stations to Saudi prince in billion dollar deal! There was a smaller headline underneath that read AND THEN GIVES ALL THE MONEY TO CHARITY! Her eyes widened. She picked up the magazine and began to read, frantic.