The Billionaire Playboy's Regret Novels & Stories

“I think you’re just overthinking. Maybe he just wants to spend time with them before going back to New York. They have a life here and he just can’t ruin it and take them away.” Sophia had no idea the type of man Julian was. I sighed. “I wish it were what you thought.” “You’re their mom and he can’t just take them from you. Besides, he was the one who ruined your marriage and made you give up your old life.” “He’s a billionaire. He has the money and connections to do whatever he wants.” “It’s not always about money, Aria,” she tried to comfort me. Before I could speak, my phone started ringing. I ignored it because I already knew it was Julian.

I packed what little was truly mine and left without looking back. At the airport, I purchased a one-way ticket. Destination: anywhere far enough to disappear. As I waited to board, I placed a hand over my stomach and spoke softly, for the first time, not as a discarded wife but as a mother. “I promise you,” I whispered, “no one will ever make you feel unwanted.” The boarding call echoed through the terminal. I stood up. Somewhere behind me, Ethan Blackwood continued his perfect life, unaware that the woman he had cast aside was carrying his child… and his greatest regret.

I pulled out my handkerchief with a trembling hand and pressed it against my eyes. The tears came fast now, heavy and unstoppable. I was a billionaire. I was the Chairman of the Marchetti Group. I ruled over banks, real estate, and fashion houses across the continent. People feared my name and respected my power. But in this quiet moment on a dark street, none of that wealth mattered. I was just a father who had finally found his lost child. I stood there crying for several minutes, letting years of regret wash out of my soul. I cried for Elaine, who died alone. I cried for Bella, who had to fight the world by herself to build an empire from nothing.

My friend and some of the other girls were back there gossiping. “What’s the chatter about?” I asked. “Don't you know who that is?” One of the girls asked. “No, who is he?” They all gasped like I said something criminal. “He's one of the richest men in this city. He has been in the US for a while now and he’s back now. Word has it that he’s part of the mafia.” “Oh,” I murmured. I knew he was rich but I didn’t think he would be that rich.

She'd opted to stay home with her mom to sort out some other things related to babies. Now that we'd signed the documents that would help keep our company afloat with the Palmerson, I felt a huge emptiness within. How had things gone from being happily married to the love of my life to being engaged to a woman I barely had any feelings for. A woman I regrettably had a one night stand and had gotten her pregnant with after finding out about Blair's infedility. “What's got you in a mood son?” My father asked as soon we got home.

an old man shouted, waving his fist. Josephine turned to see a sleek black Mercedes-Benz parked outside, and a tall man emerged from it. He looked composed, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. He handed the old man a wad of cash, his expression calm but apologetic. “Is that…?” Josephine’s voice trailed off as the man approached. Becky leaned in, whispering. “That’s Julian Highlander, the richest man in town. Owns half the businesses here.” Josephine’s heart skipped a beat. Julian. The name stirred memories.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

"I'm reminding everyone that Amelia is Ethan's wife, not a business asset." The room went silent. Amelia looked at Margaret. Something warm settled in her chest. "Thank you," she whispered. Margaret gave her a small smile. "You don't have to thank me for telling the truth." Richard cleared his throat. "This isn't why we're here." Everyone looked at him. Richard folded his hands over the table. "There are concerns about the future of the Blackwood family." Amelia's heart tightened. "The future?" Richard looked directly at her. "Ethan is my son. He carries responsibilities that cannot be ignored."

I said, frustration bubbling up inside me. "You need to find a solution to this before you fall in too deep. Unless you're ready to end up with another broken heart... Billionaires like him are known to be playboys. I bet his body count is over a hundred. He's seen and met a lot of women. You might be his fiancée, but I'm sure he takes this as a normal business transaction. Although I don't know what he looks like, I bet he must be really handsome..." Sophie said, and I nodded.

“I can’t keep calm Dinah. You come home with some talk about being the long lost daughter of a billionaire, and without even allowing me to assimilate and comprehend what you’ve just said, you’re already packing up. You are leaving me Dinah, you’re leaving us and…” “And what?” She asked, heaving slightly as she turned to face Tessa. “This is not fair at all. I’m happy for you, but are you sure that…” “If you’re happy for me, then you would be assisting me not shouting at me. Oh goodness! What do you even expect me to do or say? You want me to believe that my newfound fortune is not true, and now I know the kind of person you are. You of all people know how bad I’ve been having it these past