The Billionaire Playboy's Regret Novels & Stories

I replied, running from his grip. “Daddy can wait, but this, this right here is all I need,” he said, holding me closely, and we had slept through the day. Now that the man was gone, all that was left of him was the boy who was abandoned by his mum. That moment I knew, I knew I had to find my way back to my lover, I wasn’t going to let go without a fight, yes, I may be the woman who stole the billionaire's heart for money, but it didn’t matter anymore, all I wanted was my Roman.

A silver-haired billionaire couple, dressed in tailored cashmere and surrounded by a dozen elite security personnel, rushed toward the base of the stairs, their faces filled with an intense, emotional relief that they hadn't displayed in seven long years. "Oh, my sweet girl, look at what he did to you, look at how thin and pale you are after everything you suffered for that ungrateful man," the elegant older woman cried, throwing her arms around Vivienne and holding her so tightly that Vivienne finally felt the immense weight of her isolation melt away.

“If you don’t take a woman twice, how does not sharing their work? Does that even apply to everyone or just me?” I asked immediately, only for his face to appear flustered like he was caught off guard. “W-What are you insinuating with that question?” he blurted out. To be honest, his expression seemed extremely funny. Who knows, maybe a certain billionaire found a certain woman he met five years ago, fascinating enough to melt his playboy’s heart? I thought. “Who knows?” I shrugged only for him to put his hands in his pockets, commencing to walk forward.

I grudgingly got out of bed. “I have to leave for work” I stood up heading for the shower She let out a little cry of disappointment. “Haha,there’s enough for you when I get back. The condo is all yours. ******************************** I had lots of things to catch up with and I knew play time was over. I needed to take things serious,even if it meant a week. We are talking about a billonaire dollar investment here. I placed a call through the PBS signaling my new secretary to bring them in.

The one who’d redefined me in countless ways and then gone on with his own life like it never happened. He's the very man I’d sworn I wouldn’t see again after the night of our secret rendezvous. But it seems fate are having somekind of fiesta because right now am currently at his workplace, imagine how frusrated and scared I am right now because I just found out he's not just greek but also a billionaire... With no scandal attached to his name, he known to be a cruel but honest tycoon and marriage isn't something he wants to consider in the next twenty years... Yeah you heard me right!

The sight of it shocked me, but it did not shock me as much as the lithe woman standing beside him. She looked... gorgeously otherworldly. Her beauty was out of this world and her green eyes were complete focused on Drey. Unlike Drey, her smile was wide and contagious. They was an energy about her that was rich, warm, inviting and mysterious. Was that her? Was that “Vanessa Hart, we’re quite surprised by the news of your engagement to the billionaire bachelor, Drey Falcon,” one of the newsmen said, cutting through my thoughts. Bachelor? Did they say he was a bachelor? Only hours after divorcing me? My pulse quickened , my breaths coming out in shallow bursts.

I folded it carefully, sliding it deep inside the pocket of my overcoat. I looked down at him. He was broken, trembling, and utterly dismantled, his head resting against his chest as he wept silent, agonizing tears of pain and defeat. I had the signature. I had the confession. But as I looked at his ruined face, the calculating side of my brain was still tracking the missing puzzle piece. He was a billionaire. He ran a massive global motorsport division. He had risked his entire career, his reputation, and his physical health to fly across the Atlantic and play husband to a woman he had never seen before.

More tears welled up in my eyes as I read the messages. 'I don't want to wake Kayla, that's why I can't call. Since you've gone home, that's it. I wouldn't be able to come home tonight.' The tears I had been holding in my eyes since, streamed down freely. I couldn't hold it in anymore. Then it wrote again 'I sent you fifty thousand dollars, your blood wasn't free.' God! My chest constricted with pain that I had never felt before. I was in agony. How could Ethan be so cruel?

“He can’t do it, obviously he does not have a clean image.” The Barlow contract was the biggest contract in the world for billionaires. It was very hard to get but very easy to lose. Of which one of the rules to getting a Barlow Contract is to have a clean image, which Alex does not have. He has had episodes with women fighting over him on the internet. This earned him the nickname. The billionaire playboy.

I was swept off my feet by his confidence and charming smile when he walked up to me at the bar that night. It was my birthday and I went to the bar with a few of my friends to celebrate over drinks. Alex said I had caught his attention and he wasn’t going to leave the table until I gave him my phone number. I was reluctant at first because I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I needed some time for myself but my friends pushed for me to give it to him. The times I spent with him were amazing but I always felt insecure most of the time because I was just an average person and he was a famous man with a net worth more than a billion dollars.