The Billionaire's Regret Harriet And Damien Novels & Stories

And somewhere far away,inside a city drowning in scandal, Damian Vale stood alone in front of massive windows realizing something terrifying. For the first time in his life,money could not bring back the person he loved. And the worst part? He finally understood that too late.

I know I never should have touched him and induced him into sleeping with me but I couldn’t stop myself because despite everything, Damian has always been the object of my deepest desire. “No sir, he doesn’t love me and he never promised me anything, I’m sorry for whatever troubles my actions may have caused,” I reply meekly. “Sorry?” He iterates with an evil scoff, “Oh you're not sorry yet, by the time I’m done with you, you will really be sorry. If Damian had gotten engaged and signed that merger last night, right now, my company would be worth a trillion dollars but instead, my shares are tanking because the world did not get what I promised them last night and it’s all your fault.”

“If there is a second child, that person has a motive. And if that person has been watching us, they have had years to plan.” The detective was notified immediately. Within the hour a formal request went out for every document connected to Margaret Hale, the old settlement, and the offshore trust. Dominic’s legal team began pulling archived correspondence from his father’s private files. Grace made calls to the few remaining people who had worked closely with Dominic’s father during that period.

Paris or not, I wouldn’t allow him to forget about me. The realisation hit me like a cold wave crashing against the shore. He hadn't just left me behind; Damon had deliberately gone to Paris to pursue Harriet. The thought twisted in my stomach like a knot, suffocating me with its implications. I felt my breath quicken, and anger boiled over. It wasn't just betrayal—it was humiliation. I needed a plan. Perhaps a little surprise was in order when he returned. I could show him that I was not the fragile girl he could walk away from and that I was someone he couldn’t easily forget. Maybe I might even have to remind Harriet of her place, too.

“While I was out here feeling guilty about the loss, thinking of ways to make things better, Sean was out there rekindling his love with the love of his life.” Jane exhaled sharply through her nose. “That man deserves every inch of the karma that’s coming.” I managed a bitter half smile. “He offered me some money and the house, but I refused. I want nothing to do with him anymore.” “Damn right,” Jane said. “You’re not taking scraps from someone who treated you like a temporary solution.”

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.”

My family, Pennelope and Jared, is worth it. I ran my hands on the prepared and ready to use weapons in the headquarters. I know I promised my wife that I will not hurt any innocent people and I also promised that no one will die. However, I cannot promise we won't be using guns because this is not just about who is much powerful and has better connections, this is about who is smarter, who has the best idea, and who does not have weakness. I used to be called a heartless billionaire. I used to play fire with women everytime I wanted to take some steam off my body. I did not care about their feelings. I did not care about other people's feelings. Not until Pennelope came into my life.

"We want fifty million dollars, and we want you on your knees begging for her life like the pathetic piece of shit you are!" Damien's response was a low, humorless laugh that sent chills down my spine. He began rolling up his sleeves with deliberate slowness, his movements precise and unhurried, like a surgeon preparing for a delicate operation. "Fifty million?" he said, his voice carrying that deadly quiet tone that had destroyed countless business rivals. "That's insulting. I was prepared to offer you five hundred million." The number hung in the air, impossibly large. "But that was before I saw what you did to her."

A silver-haired billionaire couple, dressed in tailored cashmere and surrounded by a dozen elite security personnel, rushed toward the base of the stairs, their faces filled with an intense, emotional relief that they hadn't displayed in seven long years. "Oh, my sweet girl, look at what he did to you, look at how thin and pale you are after everything you suffered for that ungrateful man," the elegant older woman cried, throwing her arms around Vivienne and holding her so tightly that Vivienne finally felt the immense weight of her isolation melt away.

She noticed these things the way she noticed most things — automatically, catalogued, filed somewhere she could retrieve them without knowing why she'd kept them. Damien was standing at the window when she came in. Looking out at the city with his hands in his pockets, his back to her, and she had a sudden flash of the magazine cover in the hallway — the one of a man standing at a window, the city below him — and understood for the first time that it wasn't theatrical at all. It was just what he looked like when he was thinking. "Shut the door." She shut the door. He turned around. "The Whitmore email," he said. "Your note said it feels like a move. Explain."