The Billionaire Regret Novels & Stories

It was not a question. “Yes,” I said. "Fromnine thousand dollars and a storage unit.” “And a lot of bad nights and one very good mentor.” He looked at me for a long moment. “I owe you an apology for something,” he said. I waited. “The first time we met in this context,” he said. “The Calloway Foundation panel. I said congratulations to you across a boardroom table like it was nothing.” He held my gaze. “It wasn’t nothing. I should have said it like it wasn’t.”

"How is it possible? Literally anything you want can be bought. Everything." His gaze found hers. "Not all." There was a sadness in his expression. A yearning for something she could not clearly recognize. the wave ran over her. Maybe he knew what it felt like to be abandoned like her. She moved her lips to say something - anything - to make him feel better, but nothing happened. Instead, she pursed her lips and nodded. They were silent for a moment before Sage waved. "We have to keep moving forward," he said. Irena nodded and followed. As she watched her flock move as he walked, her thoughts flashed through her mind. Could this billionaire sympathize with her? Here, he is given a plane for

It was only as Martin moved a bit that Louis could finally see who the figure was and as soon as he did, his heart jumped out of his chest. “Draco!” He exclaimed and lowered his head immediately. Seated before them was Mehdi King, dressed in a corporate suit with a cigar in his hand. His sharp jawline gave his features a frightening and dominating look, one that could make anyone writhe in fear. But, he always made sure to soften his features with a smile when he was faced with reporters and cameras. Mehdi King was an unmarried billionaire who was only thirty-two years of age. At such a young age, he not only controlled a quarter of the country’s wealth, he also controlled over a thousand me

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

If someone would know of our deal, I can never erase the fact that I got blinded by the money and the will to get rid of my father's company debt and that I overlooked my own dignity. I feel Lilian’s hands grasping mine as she puts down her glass of wine. "How do you know that, Bethy. This are just speculation.” "I... we're in two different worlds. He's a billionaire while I…if the world gets to know….I don’t even want to think about it Lilian.”

He itched to see her eyes again, when they were so full of life before he killed it. Guilt? Pain? Regret? Justin wasn’t so sure what he felt. All he knew was a deep sensation eating his conscious being away, making him a sheer hollow of his former self. How did I get like this? He asked himself. He was successful, featured on Forbes rising billionaire’s list, he had a fortune to withstand generations to come. He fought for what he had, sure it included betraying a few people along the way including his ex wife’s family but in the end he got what he wanted—Power, and yet he was miserable.

an old man shouted, waving his fist. Josephine turned to see a sleek black Mercedes-Benz parked outside, and a tall man emerged from it. He looked composed, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. He handed the old man a wad of cash, his expression calm but apologetic. “Is that…?” Josephine’s voice trailed off as the man approached. Becky leaned in, whispering. “That’s Julian Highlander, the richest man in town. Owns half the businesses here.” Josephine’s heart skipped a beat. Julian. The name stirred memories.

she exclaims with a delighted smile. The last person I wanted to run into tonight was Mrs. Chelsea. “Where are you headed with that suitcase, dear?” She peers at me, her brow furrowing as she studies my face. After a pause, she lets out a small gasp. “Don’t tell me Nate chased you out of the house!” “What? No!” I laugh, a forced sound that even I don’t believe. “Why would you think that?” Mrs. Chelsea chuckles softly but doesn’t look convinced. “Oh, my mistake. It’s just that a billionaire’s wife, sitting all alone at an empty bus stop without any guards or even her own car well, it does make one wonder. But I’m glad I’m wrong.”

“No…No! This can’t be happening to me?” “This can't be happening to me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as pain exploded in my chest and tears streamed down my cheeks. No! I had invested over three hundred million dollars in making this elite project a success and my profit was supposed to be immense. The profit was supposed to bring me billions of dollars, shooting me up as one of the recent billionaires. Grandpa ruined my dreams of becoming a billionaire by giving everything that was supposed to be mine to Seraphina. Rowan ruined my plans of becoming a billionaire by coming after me because of what Mason and I had done to Seraphina.

Then I never had to wonder again. Maybe he only regretted his actions because I became a billionaire. I could be taking care of him right now, buying him a yacht so he could sail the Mediterranean with my mother. Or maybe he genuinely regretted his decision, that it haunted him every day until he couldn’t take it anymore. Either way, it was the closure I’d always wanted. Maybe Siena was entitled to the same thing. The meeting had been set. I walked into their lair with my men in tow. When my men were asked to drop their weapons, we refused.