The Billionaire Regret Novels & Stories

Running his hands through his hair, he pulled on the strands, letting out a litany of curses. He'd lost her. He'd lost his chance to have a complete and happy family. It didn't matter what he said, Emilia wasn't going to forgive him. And if Zander thought that he'd made his mother angry, then he would lose his son too. Out there, the world knew him as Max Carter. A billionaire renowned for taking risks and succeeding in every venture. What they didn't know was that in real life, he was a failure. He failed to keep his family together even after being given a second chance. What, then, was the use of having so much money if it couldn't fix his problems?

I kept telling myself it was the stress from work. I grabbed the briefcase with the folder and rushed out. Rain came down hard, soaking me as I caught bus after bus to reach his office. Adrian Cole was one of the richest men in Norchester. People respected him in public, but at home, his words cut me to pieces. The guards at the gate looked me over. “What’s she doing here again?” one muttered. “Her face could haunt your dreams,” the other said. I lowered my head and kept walking. The office went quiet the moment I walked in, dripping water onto the floor.

why them? “Because I didn’t want to watch them take what you love,” he said. “Because I owed your father for the faith he put in me once. Because… because I’m selfish in the quiet ways too — I wanted to make sure when all this came for you, there would be a place you could come back to that wasn’t gutted.” The confession landed like a warm hand over my ribs. It was protection folded into property — a billionaire’s twist that was tender in its logic. He had made a financial play as a love letter.

"That's Damien Blackwood's wife. With the kind of money we're getting for this, we could afford any woman we want." "Yeah, but think about it," the first voice continued. "A billionaire's wife. All alone. When are we ever gonna get a chance like this again?" There was a pause, and I held my breath waiting for the response. "Besides," the voice added with casual cruelty, "she's not leaving here alive anyway." I couldn't breathe.

He wanted them to watch me break. ‎‎Around us, the glittering hall fell silent. I could hear the faint clink of a champagne glass being set down, the faint shuffle of expensive heels against marble. People were staring. They loved it. They lived for it. Ava Reynolds, wife of Daniel Cobbs, the billionaire everyone called untouchable, was on her knees, pleading like a beggar at a royal court. ‎‎Daniel leaned down, close enough for only me to hear, though I knew he wanted me to repeat it aloud. “You should have thought about dignity before marrying me.”

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.

He had Arthur Thorne’s eyes, Elena Vance’s smile, and the Fisherman’s weathered skin. "Don't be disappointed," the man said, his voice echoing with a thousand overlapping tones. "Volume 4 was a masterpiece. The 'Billionaire’s Regret' is the most powerful cognitive engine we've ever harvested. You gave away forty billion dollars, Meilin. You chose a dying man over a global empire. Do you have any idea how much Refined Empathy that generates for the Grid?" "Who are you?" Leo demanded, struggling to stand. His hospital gown transformed into the glass suit of Chapter 1, then the waiter's uniform of Chapter 146, before settling into a simple, dark suit.

She remembered back then that he could buy a jewelry worth even fifty million dollars for Irene. She stared at him and let out a cold laugh. "So your company can't get you that amount?" Jeff's face flushed and he looked away for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "My company was going bankrupt before I inherited my grandfather's business. I'm afraid it's that bad." The admission seemed to cost him something and Claire felt a flicker of satisfaction at seeing him humbled. "Well, sorry about that but I can't help you either." She said and turned to leave.

Caleb roared suddenly, slamming his hand against the leather armrest. The violence of his reaction caught me completely off guard. I froze, staring at him as he ran both hands through his hair, dragging them down his face in sheer agony. "I was twenty-four, Scarlett," Caleb said, his voice dropping to a harsh, desperate whisper. "My father’s business didn't just fail—he left behind millions in debt to dangerous, powerful people who didn't care about legal boundaries. When he died, those debts fell directly onto my shoulders." My breath caught in my throat. My heart stuttered a beat. *His father’s debts?*

Apparently, the broadcast is a rerun and she’s grateful that it is being aired now. She takes her time and downloads all the available information about him, which she is still surprised are good things he's done. From everything written here, he’s a self-made billionaire, who is heavily invested in humanitarian work and research. According to this article, he’s a selfless enthusiast who hopes to change and make the world a much better place and many other wealthy billionaires in the country have joined him in the quest. How bad can he be? Neriah washes her sobbing eyes and puts a little makeup on and ties her messy hair into a side ponytail. She grabs her sneakers and after putting them on,