The Billionaire's Regret Novels & Stories

I was yet speaking when Fanny interjected, “May I know what you do for a living, dear? He demanded still holding unto the credit card. At the time his mouth that had curved into a smile had given way for his hardened expression. That question spiked my heart in such a trice that I wondered from where came the sweat that trickled from my armpit. Was I ruffled or what? I exhaled fearfully once I gazed upon his sullen countenance. “I am a poor vegetable seller,” I replied coldly and bowed my head in shame. “Poor vegetable seller”, he retorted with a grotty scowl hanging on his face, “How do you intend to pay back half a million dollars by selling cheap, dirty vegetables, uh?” Those words by the

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

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.

"Not tonight." "I understand." "I need to know this isn't guilt wearing a coat either. The money, the file on Vanessa's finances Naomi told you to build — I need to know you're not just managing another problem the way you managed Edward at that dinner, performing patience until it pays off." "I can't prove that to you tonight," he said. "I know that. I'm not going to pretend a conversation fixes thirteen months, or three years before that. I'm asking for the chance to prove it slowly, the actual way, not the way I tried to prove it with a wire transfer and no phone call."

“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.

He had Arthur Thorne’s eyes, Elena Vance’s smile, and the Fisherman’s weathered skin. "Don't be disappointed," the man said, his voice echoing with a thousand overlapping tones. "Volume 4 was a masterpiece. The 'Billionaire’s Regret' is the most powerful cognitive engine we've ever harvested. You gave away forty billion dollars, Meilin. You chose a dying man over a global empire. Do you have any idea how much Refined Empathy that generates for the Grid?" "Who are you?" Leo demanded, struggling to stand. His hospital gown transformed into the glass suit of Chapter 1, then the waiter's uniform of Chapter 146, before settling into a simple, dark suit.

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.

“I'm going to make sure you pay for this, Celia, you and him. You are not getting away with this one. Not this time,” “Oh, seems the little bird has grown some wings,” Celia turned to look at me. “I'll get rid of the baby Landon but know this, on the day you think you are the most comfortable, I'll be right there to pull the rig from under your leg,” I spat at him. “Good-bye.” I said before walking out the office. I only allowed myself to cry once I was finally in my car.

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 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.