The Billionaire's Regret の小説・ストーリー

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

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.

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.

“He was crying, they took him aside. They asked questions. They said the car belongs to a billionaire. They said the man is angry. They want the whole door replaced. They took your number. They said the owner will decide punishment.” Pearl felt her throat tighten. A billionaire and a red convoy. Pearl ’s mind replayed every small detail she had heard about billionaires. Their influence, their power, their wealth, their obsession with their cars and their meanness. Pearl sat down slowly, her face drained of color. “Mama… you should have stopped him.” The grandmother lowered her head. “I tried, I did not see him move, I was holding Savior. I have really failed.” Pearl covered her eyes with bot

The whispers, they all got louder “Do you think they are dating or something?” “I really don’t get it. Coming here with his ex-wife? What is he trying to prove?” “You know we hooked up last year, right? Then he just stopped replying to my calls” “He has such a god complex. Like he’s better than everyone” “Meanwhile he is just a struggling artist” “Why is he even here?” “To donate what? Spare change?” someone laughed. “After running his family company to the ground, he probably has nothing left” “He is broke. That’s why he has been avoiding anything related to school and fundraisers”

The sight of it shocked me, but it did not shock me as much as the lithe woman standing beside him. She looked... gorgeously otherworldly. Her beauty was out of this world and her green eyes were complete focused on Drey. Unlike Drey, her smile was wide and contagious. They was an energy about her that was rich, warm, inviting and mysterious. Was that her? Was that “Vanessa Hart, we’re quite surprised by the news of your engagement to the billionaire bachelor, Drey Falcon,” one of the newsmen said, cutting through my thoughts. Bachelor? Did they say he was a bachelor? Only hours after divorcing me? My pulse quickened , my breaths coming out in shallow bursts.