The Billionaire Playboy's Regret Novels & Stories

He was old enough to understand that. “Okay,” he muttered and exhaled heavily before shutting his eyes. ~ Bryan stared at his breakfast as different thoughts kept popping into his head. All he wants to do is talk to Alessa. He has questions, lots of questions. How did she manage to survive while carrying twins? How did she become so rich when all she did was beg on the street for food? “Billionaire’s ex-wife returns after six years with twins and he couldn't get his eyes off her. Is the billionaire having regrets?” A voice said.

“Of course. If it is madam Valerie, then I would gladly accept the favor. What is it? Just name one.” Valerie lifted her head. There was a holo-image on her smile, the picture of serenity on which she can use to advertise a lake vacation in a virtual theatre. But even when she’s smiling, her gaze is cold, so sharp it can cut the air. “I have a story to tell. It is something that can give you a lot of fortune. “A story that can give me a fortune, I am in.” “The story is about a CEO and a conglomerate who will inherit a billion dollar fortune. He is hiding a secret child. He had the kid by an accident, together with his college friend. However, the CEO was engaged to another conglomerate woman

He’d been competing for investors with him till he disappeared some months before the business trip where Nathan had served me the divorce papers. Why was he here? He was a billionaire. He had his private jets. “Are you going to keep staring at me like that the entire flight?” He asked with a grin on his face. I scoffed and turned away. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Truth is I didn’t realize I had been staring at him for a while. Long enough to make him feel uncomfortable. I hated the man. I mean I didn’t really have a reason to but he was arrogant and that was enough reason.

He is our group's tech billionaire. As if he owned the place, the second, Cash, a hotel magnate with a reputation as a playboy, flopped down on the couch. In his opinion, he most likely did. Rivals undervalued him, women chased him, and tabloids loved him. Cash was sharp behind the well-tailored disarray of his lifestyle. Brutal. Laughing over his wine, he could destroy a man's empire, and his carefree manner only increased his danger.

I said, my hand over my mouth, my eyes showing how shocked I was. “I stopped counting a long time ago.” My stomach twisted—not with jealousy, not even with disgust. Just… with the confirmation that he was a hard core playboy. Nathaniel Hargrave really was the billionaire playboy everyone whispered about. I tried to sound unaffected. “Okay, well, that’s… something.” “What about you?” he asked, eyebrow raised. “What’s your number?” “One.” I shifted my gaze somewhere else - the floor, the roof, anywhere but Nathaniel.

Then Meryl and her best friend whom he doesn’t even remember her name both wanted the threesome and he was just a happy participant, why is he suddenly placed in the bad light about all this? Slowly, he dropped his phone on his large mahogany table that stretched out across the room, he knew his desk table was way too big for him but no, the bigger, the better and after all he was a billionaire now. He was in fact in charge of all Hatton enterprise. His mind wandered, suddenly thinking about Emily and hoping she hadn’t seen the hate media train that was suddenly following him and even if she did, he hoped she didn’t entirely believe them and understood that was his past life.

“Because just looking at you makes me want to wrap my hands around you and… Ugh!” If he had asked for forgiveness right now, I honestly don’t know what I would have done, because I don’t think it’s something I’m ready to give as yet. “I just needed you to know that I know the truth now,” he adds quietly. I stare at him for a long moment and for the first time in years… I see it. Not the arrogant billionaire. Not the arrogant boy who broke my heart. Just a man drowning in regret. Unfortunately for him, regret doesn’t turn back time.

I looked into his eyes, trying to find answers, but all I saw was that same sadness—a deep, haunting look that felt strangely familiar. “If only I had come into your life sooner, maybe you would have been mine, Katniss. You wouldn’t have ended up as his wife. And I wouldn’t have felt this pain… the pain of being forgotten, of being treated as if I don’t matter,” he said softly, his voice full of regret. His closeness made me nervous. My heart pounded, and I put my hands on his chest, gently pushing him back as he kept moving closer. My head felt dizzy with all the emotions and thoughts running through me.

Why would he do that to her? Voices outside made her still at what they said. “…did you hear Michael was found? He almost died again! That man has the nine lives of a cat,” a woman said, followed by the chuckles of the rest of them. “What's more, I heard he's the lost billionaire from the city, they thought he was dead, can you imagine how lucky he is?” Another chipped in what she mentioned, piquing Christine's attention. Michael was a billionaire? How was that possible? The mere thought of staying with Andrew, a mere millionaire's son, and leaving an actual billionaire didn't add up. She had to act and act fast and soon.

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