The Billionaire Regret 소설 & 이야기

“Don’t regret this.” I met his eyes, and for the first time, I saw the truth—he wasn’t the cold billionaire everyone thought he was. He was a man who had forgotten how to love and found it again when he least expected it. “I don’t,” I whispered. “But I’m scared of what comes next.” He didn’t answer. He just looked at me as if I were the only thing that made sense in a world that had stopped making sense long ago. When I finally turned and walked away, my heart was no longer mine.

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

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.

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.

“Late? I’ve been waiting five years for you to look at me like I matter again. I guess I missed the memo that our marriage had an expiration date.” Finally, he turned. His eyes – the same deep amber that had once made her heart race – were cold as winter. At thirty-two, Alexander Cross was already one of New York’s most powerful CEOs, head of Cross Industries, a conglomerate that touched everything from real estate to high fashion. He’d built his empire on precision and control. Their marriage had been his first and only failure.

Talking to her always had that effect on him. It had been six years since they had met again at business school, and yet every conversation still left him feeling strangely warm inside. Daniel stood and walked toward the large window overlooking the glittering skyline. From the outside, his life looked perfect. Daniel Carter. The youngest billionaire in the city. The heir and current head of the Carter Conglomerate. Yet his name rarely appeared in the media. His face had never been published in the news. He preferred it that way. And most importantly…

I had stayed up until 4:00 AM correcting his spreadsheets, my eyes blurring until the numbers looked like ants. I didn't mind the sacrifices. I loved him. And tonight, as I looked at the shimmering gold-and-black banner that read FALCONE ENTERPRISES: THE BILLION-DOLLAR ASCENSION, I felt like we had both won. I pressed my hand against my stomach, a secret smile tugging at my lips. I hadn’t told him yet. I wanted to wait for the perfect moment, after the champagne, after the cheers to tell him that he wasn't just a billionaire now; he was going to be a father.

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.

I spurt out with confidence, “nor am I bragging that I’m the first daughter of the number one most wealthy living person in the world, and I have a share in the number one biggest company ever known.” “You ARE BRAGGING now.” Shawna side-glances me. “Besides, to be honest, Lupin group may have been the fifth wealthiest in the world before the project empire saga, now it’s no more. Christopher Su Pointe became your paternal family’s saving grace.” “So you’re among those people who argue that my dad stole Su Pointe group?” “I didn’t say so.” Shawna changes the topic immediately after saying that. “Well, there’s a blissful sight.” She subtly pinches my waist and jerks her head toward the recepti

William begged into the line, his voice breaking into a ragged, desperate sob he couldn't suppress anymore. He slumped against the windowpane, pressing his forehead against the cold glass, looking out over the city that meant absolutely nothing to him without her. "Jane, answer me... please, don't do this to me. Tell me it's not true. Just answer the damn phone..." He dropped the phone onto the rug, resting his face in his hands as the first rays of dawn began to bleed over Manhattan. He was a billionaire, a CEO, a titan of industry—and he was completely, helplessly destroyed by his chief secretary.