The Billionaire's Regret Novels & Stories

He is the one responsible here. “I know, Ariel. I know that I have hurt you and I know it's not easy for you to forgive me. I regret that night, every day and night. I cry in secret when I am alone, questioning everything. Why did I do this to you? Why did I ask you to abort our child? All this time I blamed myself for the miscarriage and the thing I regret the most is that I left you for a bitch like Fiona and married her. She was with me just for the money, I should have listened to my parents and your warnings. She was nothing more than a gold digger and a year ago she came to the house with a guy in her arms and demanded a divorce, claiming that she never loved me, she loved my money.

“Have you forgotten the promise we made to each other about being sisters? Why …” “Sisters you said, you always had everything anyone could ask for. A rich family, a wealthy lifestyle and you live a life of luxury. Even when you lost your parents and all their property, you still met a man who is a billionaire who took care of you and now you’re calling us sisters?” She said her eyes glinted with tears. “Now let me make myself clear we weren’t sisters and we can never be sisters. I hated you the very first day I met you and now I won’t stop at nothing to make sure I take everything from you one by one”. Bonnie threatened.

I told myself it was fine to take a day off to pamper myself after all I was technically on leave. That evening, just when Lark and Nylah had left the house with Meredith to go stroll before dinner, I received a notification that had me swooning. “Billionaire Ivan Dmitri, CEO of Zytech was found this afternoon, shot dead in his hospital room.” The phone fell off my loose fingers. My head was throbbing suddenly and the note I'd received with the roses took on a sinister flavor.

“Relax. I promise you won’t lose in the end.” He bristled. Of course he remembered Kane’s recent offer to buy back the board’s shares—an offer every director had rejected out of pride or mistrust. Now those same shares were dead weight, and Felix regretted not selling when he had the chance. “Gabriella, I’ve made a fortune these last few years, sure,” he said tightly. “But don’t expect me to cough it all back up.” ATTA’s bonuses had lined his pockets, and he’d squandered plenty of it on luxuries. Watching his remaining fortune evaporate now made him sick to his stomach.

"That's Damien Blackwood's wife. With the kind of money we're getting for this, we could afford any woman we want." "Yeah, but think about it," the first voice continued. "A billionaire's wife. All alone. When are we ever gonna get a chance like this again?" There was a pause, and I held my breath waiting for the response. "Besides," the voice added with casual cruelty, "she's not leaving here alive anyway." I couldn't breathe.

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

I folded it carefully, sliding it deep inside the pocket of my overcoat. I looked down at him. He was broken, trembling, and utterly dismantled, his head resting against his chest as he wept silent, agonizing tears of pain and defeat. I had the signature. I had the confession. But as I looked at his ruined face, the calculating side of my brain was still tracking the missing puzzle piece. He was a billionaire. He ran a massive global motorsport division. He had risked his entire career, his reputation, and his physical health to fly across the Atlantic and play husband to a woman he had never seen before.

Caleb roared suddenly, slamming his hand against the leather armrest. The violence of his reaction caught me completely off guard. I froze, staring at him as he ran both hands through his hair, dragging them down his face in sheer agony. "I was twenty-four, Scarlett," Caleb said, his voice dropping to a harsh, desperate whisper. "My father’s business didn't just fail—he left behind millions in debt to dangerous, powerful people who didn't care about legal boundaries. When he died, those debts fell directly onto my shoulders." My breath caught in my throat. My heart stuttered a beat. *His father’s debts?*

She almost wished he would force his way past her defenses, if only to give her a reason to hate him instead of remembering how it felt to love him. ◆ ◆ ◆ Neither of them noticed the television in the adjoining den was still murmuring until the anchor's sharp, clinical voice cut through the heavy silence between them. The broadcast was utterly indifferent to the emotional wreckage unfolding just outside the screen. For one suspended second, they both stood frozen, held hostage by the words bleeding into the hallway. "The child at the center of today's billionaire scandal has officially been confirmed through leaked laboratory files as Alexander Knight's biological son. Sources indicate a maj

The old billionaire's attitude became reverent and condescending. "Not really, I was just passing by here and accidentally witnessed a chase." Darryl said in a low voice. "I'm so sorry sir, it was my mistress who ran away. She messed everything up. You see, my head is still bleeding." As he spoke, the old billionaire held his head and grimaced, looking really hurt. "My mistress must have bothered you. Let me take her away."