The Billionaire's Regret Harriet And Damien Novels & Stories

She'd seen the way he flattered her, coaxing her into signing over shares of ATTA. She'd known. But she hadn't wanted to believe it. She hadn't wanted to paint them as rotten to the core. So she had pretended not to notice, and kept giving. But now it was clear—in their eyes, her kindness was nothing but hypocrisy. "I regret it," she whispered, clutching her chest, grief twisting her face. "I never should have taken you two out of the Parrott. I should have left you there. I raised a pair of wolves who've only brought ruin to ATTA."

“Do you really think you deserve Lina’s friendship? You can’t even keep your husband’s attention. My best friend deserves better than you.” The pain twisted deep inside me. Adrian’s cruelty I could endure, but this? This betrayal from the only person I trusted cut deeper than any wound. I turned away, determined to leave, but before I reached the stairs, a force slammed against my back. I cried out as I tumbled downward, my body hitting the steps, my head cracking against the railing. My screams echoed as I collapsed in a heap at the bottom. Suddenly, Lina and Kira rushed down, their faces painted with fake worry.

​One evening, I found Damian staring at the silver rattle, the one Tasha had sent which I had placed in a glass display case in the library, a permanent, visible reminder of the high cost of our corporate war. ​"Why keep it?" Damian asked, his voice low, filled with years of unaddressed pain. ​"Because it is the proof of the cost of the corporate lie," I replied, walking to him. "It is the reason Grandpa Richard hated us, the reason Tasha betrayed us, and the reason we have no choice but to succeed." ​Damian turned, his eyes searching mine. "The will forced this partnership. But the success, Emmah... the success is ours. Is the five-year sentence enough to rebuild the personal trust?"

“Caitlin, I get it. But don’t paint me like a villain. Yes, I want to take down the Yuncey family. But no—I’m not doing it to ‘gain’ anything. “I’m doing it for her. You’ve seen her. She’s alive, but only technically. Years ago, they broke her legs. She’s paralyzed from the waist down. If I hadn’t gotten to her in time, she’d be dead.” The usual slyness disappeared from Hayden’s face, replaced by something raw—anger, grief. “She still obsesses over Timothy. Still regrets not marrying him. Can you believe that? She was tortured by these people, and she *still*… she still mourns the life she never had. “I can’t let that go. I *won’t* let that go. “Do I look like someone who needs the Yuncey fa

I was the lowlife who snuck her way into the billionaire's world only to ruin it, I could feel their disgust and their eyes trying to rip me out. Roman and I had met at the company’s dinner at the end of the year, shortly after I joined. Everyone spoke about the handsome billionaire boss, but we, the new hires, had yet to see him up close, and the dinner was the perfect opportunity. After 2 glasses of wine, I felt light-headed and needed to get some air, so I stepped out, “It’s a rather dull evening, don’t you think?” someone asked beside me

It gives me room to think — and God, I’ve been thinking. My laptop glows in front of me. News reports. Articles. Whispers on social media. All of them screaming about Glimmr. About the fire. About the damage. No leads. No suspects. The thugs — they’d really been good at their job. They'd truly delivered. Exactly how I wanted it. I run a hand through my hair — it’s a mess — and let a slow smirk tug at my mouth. Two workshops. Reduced to ash. Dwight’s precious little empire gutted overnight. Everything he built — torched.

Oh, shit— “Gosh, I leave you for a minute—okay, maybe an hour—and you vanish into a sea of the world’s richest investors and suddenly become the attention itself?” I laughed, my cheeks still flushed from the adrenaline pumping in my veins. “I couldn’t help it, sorry.” “Don’t ever be sorry for being yourself, Bella.” She said with a grin and pulled me into a warm hug, “I’m proud of you.” “Excuse me?” a voice interrupted, making us pull away and lock eyes with the person. It was Damien knight, the CEO of this show. “What’s your name?” “Serena Calloway.” I breathed out, licking my lips in excitement.

Though she had drunk last night, those memories that made her blush and heartbeat, were still unforgettable. "I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional. If I offended you, I'm truly sorry, and I'm willing to compensate." "Alright then, Emily, how would you like to compensate me?" Emily was taken aback, "You know my name?" She regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. From his demeanor, she could tell that Mr. Satan must be a billionaire with power. If he wanted to investigate her background, it would be a piece of cake. Mr. Satan didn't answer. Instead, he said, "I know you better than you think."

"If you really wanted my jewelry, you could've just asked. I would've given it to you without a fuss. Resorting to having someone else steal it for you when you're married to a billionaire who can buy you whatever you want is a new low." "I wasn't even home!" I argued back. "I went out to the mall and as a matter of fact, I went to buy new clothes and—" "But that's why you instructed me to do it before you left!" Hilda interrupted as her tone held more conviction, but there was no mistaking the crack in her voice. "Please just own up to what you've done… I shouldn't have to take the fall for your mistakes!" "I can't believe this!" I threw my hands in the air in frustration. My gaze sharpened

Damien’s POV It’s been eight years. Eight years since I’ve made the best and worst decision of my life. My mansion might not be the biggest in New York, but it’s surely one of the biggest, owned by Damien Hartley, the rich real estate dealer. All the crazy things that happened to me years ago made me even stronger and my determination to be rich was fuelled. I worked hard over the years and became the CEO of my own company, Hartley Corporation.