The Billionaire Regret Novels & Stories

“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.

I took a shaky breath and sat on the chair. “What do I do? Do I wait for him here?” I asked him, unsure what the next step would be. “I would advise you to go home, perhaps you can go to his house later, when he is calm, he will listen to you.” It made sense; he was upset now, and he wouldn’t listen to me. “Thank you,” I told him, gathered my things, and left the office. I could feel the gaze of the workers as I left. I was the lowlife who snuck her way into the billionaire's world only to ruin it, I could feel their disgust and their eyes trying to rip me out.

He let out a choked sound of pure agony and fell forward, his head landing in the gold silk of my lap. The silence that followed was deafening. Jake was gasping, his forehead pressed against my thigh. I could feel the violent trembling of his muscles through the fabric of my dress. The billionaire was gone. There was just a man, broken and exposed. I looked down at his dark hair, the broad shoulders now hunched in defeat. My hand hovered over his head, a part of me wanting to push him away, another part—the part that hadn't slept because of the dreams—wanting to run my fingers through the strands.

“While I was out here feeling guilty about the loss, thinking of ways to make things better, Sean was out there rekindling his love with the love of his life.” Jane exhaled sharply through her nose. “That man deserves every inch of the karma that’s coming.” I managed a bitter half smile. “He offered me some money and the house, but I refused. I want nothing to do with him anymore.” “Damn right,” Jane said. “You’re not taking scraps from someone who treated you like a temporary solution.”

the vault had completely shattered. They were perfect. And he had missed five years of their lives because of his own arrogant blindness. He brought the plastic tiara to his lips, closing his eyes as the agonizing weight of his regret threatened to crush him alive. He would give Zara everything. He would sign over every single penny he owned just to sit on that rug for one more hour. Suddenly, the harsh buzzing of his encrypted cell phone shattered the silence of the cabin. Lucian's eyes snapped open. The vulnerability instantly vanished, replaced by the lethal, cold instincts of a billionaire CEO. He wiped his face, clearing his throat before answering the line.

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.

Aria's POV "Ms. Bennett? This is Priya Anand, I write for the Style section — do you have a comment on the piece running tomorrow?" I stood in my kitchen with the phone against my ear and Elias on my hip, and something in my stomach dropped before she'd even said what the piece was about. "What piece." "About your business funding. There's a source alleging Bennett Interiors was built on undisclosed money from your ex-husband, and that you've misrepresented your client contracts as a result. I wanted to give you the chance to respond before we go to print."

My mouth wouldn’t move and my trembling legs didn’t ta any step. “Pathetic.” Margaret spat. “It’s a shame, really. Your family had such a promising future. It’s just too bad they died and left their empire in the hands of the likes of you.” Her gaze swept over me as a sneer appeared on her face. “Life is never kind to those who have nothing to offer.” I gulped. The words landed exactly where she intended then to. As a punch in my heart. My throat tightened and tears gathered in my eyes but I refused to let it fall.

In my previous life, with all the money and care I could pour into him, he'd still died at thirty of a rare lymphoma. This time, the alcohol, the resentment, and the manual labor were wrecking him twice as fast. He coughed up blood sometimes when the fits got bad. And in the haze of despair and liquor, fragments of his other life would flare up behind his eyes. In those images, he'd been dragged into Harvard and had come out a billionaire. Stacked against this, the regret was unbearable. One night, Felix dragged himself home. On the broken TV mounted on the wall, a business interview with me was playing.

Avah Morne had learned that the most expensive mistakes were rarely the ones that looked like mistakes. They were the ones somebody called a misunderstanding and expected everyone else to pay for. She stared at the engineering note on her laptop while Clove placed a mug of coffee beside her. “Tell me you're not planning to fight a billionaire before breakfast,” Clove said. Avah scrolled back to the bottom of the document. “I'm planning to ask a question.” “That's what you called it before you made a supplier cry.”