The Billionaire Regret Novels & Stories

he nodded and his expression changed to exhaustion. "I'm sorry for how I treated Funke, I was just scared of commitment but immediately she left I felt like slapping myself, I called her and texted her but she doesn't pick up. I don't know what to do." Aawwnn, the big billionaire is sad. I felt bad for him, not. neh, just joking. "So, what do you want me to do for you?" I was confused. This was his mess; he should clean it up.

“I can’t keep calm Dinah. You come home with some talk about being the long lost daughter of a billionaire, and without even allowing me to assimilate and comprehend what you’ve just said, you’re already packing up. You are leaving me Dinah, you’re leaving us and…” “And what?” She asked, heaving slightly as she turned to face Tessa. “This is not fair at all. I’m happy for you, but are you sure that…” “If you’re happy for me, then you would be assisting me not shouting at me. Oh goodness! What do you even expect me to do or say? You want me to believe that my newfound fortune is not true, and now I know the kind of person you are. You of all people know how bad I’ve been having it these past

Finally, she covered him with the thick quilt then she breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Bill with a helpless look, she felt a bit sadness in her heart. She was used to see him with his powerful aura every day, it pained her to see the man lying on the bed with unconscious state. She then realized the billionaire’s life wasn’t all that good. Though he had vast sum of money that could fill up his entire mansion, but when sickness stroke him, his money is nothing. Though he had lots of people wanted to be around him, at the end of the day, he was still alone, sick and lying helplessly.

He pushed away his family and friends, perhaps even women he loved. Amberleigh noticed her laptop was on the bed near her case, so she reached for it. She had to know more about what she was dealing with here. She used her sweater sleeve to clean her face and tried to get her shit together. It wasn’t like she was the one starring down the barrel of a fucked up gun after all. She tried to imagine what the billionaire must be feeling, like every fucking day of his life. It had to be fucking terrifying. Just how bad would things get for him?

All that he is going to be left with is, REGRET after I will be done with him. He will regret, ever laying his dirty eyes on her. He will regret, for getting dirty hands touch her. He will regret, making her cry. Thinking about this, I filled in the amount, before signing the check. I threw it at him and he grabbed it like a dog, with his wide eyes staring at the cheque. He had become a Multi-Millionaire overnight and he clearly couldn't digest this fact. After getting courage from my easy behaviour, he questioned me confused, " But, Sir! What is so special about her?!" He wondered and I clenched my hands together.

She said as she waved the playing video in front of his face. "I am sorry Riley. I am sorry. But please don't misunderstand me, it wasn't my revenge plan." He said as he reached for her hands again that she swatted away. He was trembling now. Looking at her tearful face, he knew he messed up big. And it was all his fault. But he didn't know how to make it right. "I became a beggar because I love you, Riley. Do you think a billionaire would pretend to be a fucking beggar just for some fucked up revenge?" He said as he tried to control his hands that we were itching to force her into his arms and feel her that she was still here.

I took the remote and switched on the TV. "Yes, that’s why we suspect Mr. Winters wants his ex-wife back, who is now a businesswoman, secret sources say it’s because she is a billionaire now who can save his family’s company, a company that his current girlfriend, or rather fiancé, brought down with her oniomania disorder.” “What?!” I turned and saw Cassie, who had her mouth wide open. I switched off the TV. “I’m not addicted to shopping,” she said and came to me.

My eyes go wide as that word sparks straight into my head and this forces me to groan. I do not understand this. I think to myself, glaring hard at the thin air with all the anger in my veins, why the hell is this person doing this? "And the second option, well, if you can’t do that, you can as well come to a location which I am going to send to you right now with a sum of 30 billion dollars. I know you are much more than capable of accomplishing that, but if you can’t, you can ask your darling husband, or should I say ex-husband Vincent, to assist you with that. You have about a day to accomplish and make your choice. If none of this happens, we will kill your son."

The corner of his mouth trembled slightly, revealing the truth behind his regret. " Haha! Your mother was the one who controlled everything. Seems like she knew this one would follow her footsteps and make everyone's life harder!" " You still hate my mother." Mr Bakers chuckled bitterly, shaking his head as if trying to shake off an old memory. " Everyone does!" " Yeah. So, are you sure that billionaire will come? Don't you think it's suspicious that a billionaire suddenly wants to invest such a large amount of money in our business?" He asked, sipping his wine in slow motion, eyes darting across the hall.

He continued, "Mr. Orlov and Mr Cage frequent the same casino I do. It's where all these rich men go to escape their sad, miserable lives, betting away their fortunes while drowning in self-pity. I always knew that Mr. Cage was bitter, but I never realized how much until I sat down with him over a few drinks." Richard let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head as if he found the entire thing ridiculous. "He’d go on and on about how his younger brother—Alex’s father—became a billionaire, built an empire, and then threw him out over one single mistake. Just one mistake, Reyna." Richard turned to look at me, as if expecting sympathy, but I just glared at him, my wrists straining against the ropes.