The Billionaire Regret Novels & Stories

More tears welled up in my eyes as I read the messages. 'I don't want to wake Kayla, that's why I can't call. Since you've gone home, that's it. I wouldn't be able to come home tonight.' The tears I had been holding in my eyes since, streamed down freely. I couldn't hold it in anymore. Then it wrote again 'I sent you fifty thousand dollars, your blood wasn't free.' God! My chest constricted with pain that I had never felt before. I was in agony. How could Ethan be so cruel?

"He never made it a hundred miles beyond Oklahoma. Died in debt to men who had no interest in dreams." He turned, and for the first time his face was completely unguarded. The CEO of a powerful corporation had vanished. The billionaire strategist had vanished. In this primal, elemental landscape, he was just a man who stood in the long shadow of his father's broken dream, the little boy who had listened to those stories and internalized their failure.

--- Flashback – One Month Ago "Elena, you’re marrying Alexander Drake." I stared at my father across his mahogany desk, the heavy scent of cigar smoke hanging in the air. "What?” He stayed calm, unfazed. "This marriage will finally put an end to the long-standing feud between the Morettis and the Drakes. It’ll bring our reputations together, strengthen our business ties, and draw in new investors. It’s the perfect solution." I shook my head, feeling a wave of disbelief wash over me. "You can’t be serious. Alexander Drake can’t stand us."

“I think you’re just overthinking. Maybe he just wants to spend time with them before going back to New York. They have a life here and he just can’t ruin it and take them away.” Sophia had no idea the type of man Julian was. I sighed. “I wish it were what you thought.” “You’re their mom and he can’t just take them from you. Besides, he was the one who ruined your marriage and made you give up your old life.” “He’s a billionaire. He has the money and connections to do whatever he wants.” “It’s not always about money, Aria,” she tried to comfort me. Before I could speak, my phone started ringing. I ignored it because I already knew it was Julian.

I am done. He tossed the pen onto the table; it rolled and stopped in front of Nora. "Richard, you can't do that!" Elizabeth gasped. "You’ll have nothing; You will be a nobody!" "At least I’ll be a father," Richard said, turning toward the door. "And I’ll be a man who can look at himself in the mirror and be proud of his reflection. Good luck with the merger Arthur, I hope the money keeps you warm." When Richard returned to the penthouse, he was no longer the billionaire heir. He was a man who had just walked away from a billion-dollar legacy.

“He learned to disappear. That takes practice. And anger.” Grace watched him from the opposite side of the room. “Your father believed the payment would end it. He was wrong. A child who grows up knowing he was bought into silence does not forget.” I thought of the boy in the photograph turned face, the hand of Margaret Hale on his shoulder and tried to imagine the years that had followed. A mother who had accepted money and vanished. A father who had refused to claim him. A family name that had remained just out of reach. It was not difficult to see how that kind of wound could harden into something sharp enough to cut through locks and cameras.

Since then, only a few people had heard rumours of her struggling to raise a child as a single mother in a distant city, but today, here she was in New York, appearing before a large crowd in a stunning dress and challenging every known billionaire in the city. The moment Flora collected her gift, she waved it to the public, turning her gaze towards Debby and Richard while she smirked devilishly at them. Since the day Richard set his eyes on Flora at the restaurant, he hadn't been himself. And now that he had seen her again at the auction, the same feeling he had been fighting against for the past six years came back creeping in his mind and haunting him again—the feeling of guilt and regret

Just pure, icy indifference. A heavy, leaden unease settled deep into my joints. My toes curled inside my boat shoes, tapping anxiously against the floor. I spun the pen in my hand, twisting and rolling it, trying to channel the frantic energy vibrating through my body. Mr. Tega was a forty-year-old billionaire who literally had the world at his feet, yet he didn't give a single damn that his stunning, passionate wife had been waiting in his office for nearly half an hour. Right then, I understood exactly why she was searching for affection elsewhere. A wave of bitter regret washed over me for missing my chance earlier. She had touched me. Her hand lingering on mine had meant something.

When he said he had a meeting with “Carter Holdings the following week, it confirmed what she was already starting to realize, that this wasn’t going to end here, and when he followed it by saying that it wouldn’t be the last time they saw each other, the meaning behind it was clear enough that it didn’t need to be explained, because now it wasn’t about chance, it was about something that was going to continue. Aria held his gaze for a second longer than she should have, long enough to feel that reality settle in a way she couldn’t ignore, long enough to understand that this was already becoming something she couldn’t control as easily as she wanted to, and then she let her expression return

He didn't deserve to die. I took a sigh and placed the paper on the table and scribbled my signature on it. God knows I was not the rightful person to sign, I believe his real wife, the one he cherished, the one he wouldn't dare to hurt, was somewhere catching fun. Why wouldn't a billionaire be a player? They lie and joke with people's feelings, it meant nothing to them since they have enough money, they feel everything depended on it. "I'm done with this," I placed the paper on the table for the doctor.