Novel & Cerita The Billionaire Playboy's Regret

Nicole I froze, for a moment, I wondered if I had heard him correctly. David Lockwood, the untouchable billionaire. The man whose pride was as legendary as his wealth, the man who had never begged anyone for anything in his life was standing there, begging me to save his daughter.

“You’re living in an estate with more staff than my entire extended family. A ranch with horses and animals like you’re Snow White. A very jealous husband who worships you and has enough money to buy the moon if you asked for it. And now, a nepo baby on the way to create more generations of nepotistic kids.” He shrugs. “I think you’re fine.” “Money helps,” I say quietly. “But it never fixes the things that really matter. Everyone has a private hell they hide behind good lighting and perfect landscaping.” He doesn’t respond. The silence stretches — heavy, loaded — like he’s daring me to prove him wrong. I break it first. “And you haven’t even met Kelly yet. She might be your type.” “I don’t h

I was just a pawn in his game of power and profit. --- ~ Alexander ~ The moment I heard her say "I do," a bitter taste settled in my mouth. Elena Moretti. The daughter of my father’s enemy. Now my wife. This wasn’t what I wanted. But my board insisted. My father insisted. A merger between the Drakes and the Morettis would solidify the company’s standing, put an end to the endless media drama, and attract investors tired of the ongoing scandal. And here I was, tied to her.

Chaos added, “I believe that it is important to be authentic and transparent, even if it means challenging people’s preconceived notions. I hope that through our conversation, I mean this interview, you can see that I am more than just a wealthy individual and I am more than just the notion of being a billionaire playboy. I am not defined by it.” He took a second to pause and continue to say, “I am a complex person with a range of interests and passions, and I am committed to using my resources and influence for good. I am more than just being a playboy. I thought you were already aware of my background and that stupid infamous nickname people call me, since most interviewers always push tha

“He has his father’s spirit. I’m not surprised what he did to you. Even as our situations are similar, your case is different in the sense that your name won’t be cleared from the system. People are still bashing you on the internet. And that is what he wants—to humiliate and make an example of you.” “What would they gain?” “What does every wealthy person gain from the tiniest, cruelest things they do? Satisfaction, and the idea of power.” Power is an illusion. The idea of it is sin. It has wreaked more havoc than anything in the world. My regret is that I didn’t realize this sooner. “You and your boss: kudos to you for being the only two people I know who evaded Gratfiend. I’ve never heard

Of companies, toys, and, apparently, women. James was an only child, and after inheriting his mother’s millions and displaying an uncanny flair for business during the following years, he became a billionaire and an absolute symbol of power. Not political power, but the good, old-fashioned power that came with having money. James wasn’t linked to the shady dealings of the Seattle political machine, but he could press that machine’s buttons if he wanted to. Every politician knew this—which was why being on the playboy’s good side was in their best interest.

My eyes go wide as that word sparks straight into my head and this forces me to groan. I do not understand this. I think to myself, glaring hard at the thin air with all the anger in my veins, why the hell is this person doing this? "And the second option, well, if you can’t do that, you can as well come to a location which I am going to send to you right now with a sum of 30 billion dollars. I know you are much more than capable of accomplishing that, but if you can’t, you can ask your darling husband, or should I say ex-husband Vincent, to assist you with that. You have about a day to accomplish and make your choice. If none of this happens, we will kill your son."

‘I'm sure you didn't hear a word I said. ‘Sure I did. You were talking about nick.’ Nick was the literal definition of the sort to never fall for. He was always surrounded by girls, designer items, expensive cars, drinks and the paparazzi. Billionaire Play Boy. he came to New York occasionally for business and would ask to see me at either a restaurant or hotel. The few times I would yield always ended up with him trying to convince me to go out with him, and I always said no. But he was quite fun to talk to and had lots of stories. I missed the times when he was just Emily’s fun cousin that came to visit once in a while. I used to like him a lot but knew if things were to go anywhere with h

“Ah, I thought so. In any case, would you like to join me for a drink tonight? I think you could use it since you’ve been avoiding everyone lately.” “Thank you, Leo, but I will have to decline the invitation. See you tomorrow.” I say and hang up the call before he can try to pursue me more. I am genuinely not interested in going out this evening, because knowing me, I will probably woo another socialite once I have had enough whiskey and regret it the next day. I sit back and lean my head against the headrest of my car, sighing. How pathetic; a billionaire with everything he could ever want, and he’s feeling sorry for himself in his 5 Million Pound sports car. I scoff, but my cell rings agai

Just pure, icy indifference. A heavy, leaden unease settled deep into my joints. My toes curled inside my boat shoes, tapping anxiously against the floor. I spun the pen in my hand, twisting and rolling it, trying to channel the frantic energy vibrating through my body. Mr. Tega was a forty-year-old billionaire who literally had the world at his feet, yet he didn't give a single damn that his stunning, passionate wife had been waiting in his office for nearly half an hour. Right then, I understood exactly why she was searching for affection elsewhere. A wave of bitter regret washed over me for missing my chance earlier. She had touched me. Her hand lingering on mine had meant something.