The Billionaire's Regret Novels & Stories

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.

“Yes. He shared that to me recently. He said that he got into an accident and was in hospital for years. That time, I raised the child alone thinking that we were abandoned. I guess I was wrong.” Lance clenched his fists and he felt his nails wounding his palms. Even though he knew that Eric had a valid reason why he could not go back to her, he wanted to blame him. “Time passed by. Then, we met each other again and I found out that my long lost friend is actually the billionaire who owns the Geelq corporation. I was so shocked and damn mad. Because I also heard that he will marry his fiancee. I felt like a pathetic woman who did my best to raise my kid, while his father was having a good li

He said in a shaky voice, “And we both know the list of trouble your irrationality has gotten you into in the past. Please, pull the car over.” “I knew I shouldn't have told you.” I grumbled in utter regret. “You're just a worrywart and will try to set me back.” “Well, it's a good thing you did, because seriously, dude, that guy is a fucking billionaire. With the amount of money he has and how powerful and well-connected he is, he can make you disappear in an instant if he wants to.” He lectured, “Look at how he rendered your parents jobless in just twelve hours after you insulted him. Now imagine what else he could do. You should be working out a way to tender your sincerest apology to him,

"We must go. Now. Before he relocates the prototype or escapes again." Anton finally turned to confront him. The impassive mask of the billionaire was gone. Replaced by raw unvarnished pain. The betrayal was a personal evisceration, leaving him disturbingly vulnerable. "Why?" The question was bare of ornament, a child's plea for sense in an unreasonable world. "The money… he has trust funds. He's not poor. Why would he try to ruin everything?"

“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.

He acknowledged the void that material success couldn't fill and the yearning for connections that his wealth didn't require. Aunt Mary listened, her eyes focused on the man who, in this unguarded moment, was laid bare before her. She recognized that, despite being a billionaire, Alexander was, at his core of seeking peace and understanding. As Alexander unburdened himself, the tears flowed freely again. Each droplet seemed to carry with it the weight of unspoken fears, regrets, and the silent cries of a heart yearning for reconciliation.

i gave her a warm glance and she nods, tapping my shoulder lightly. I was ready to shed my sorrows. I’d sulked too long, crying over George, craving closure, feeling betrayed by my parents. Now I had a whole year to myself: just a wife on paper, with fake smiles for the paparazzi. I might as well start enjoying it. Marrying a billionaire was something most people considered lucky. But in my case, it felt like a prison sentence. My heart still bled, and hatred burned in every fiber of me for the man I once dearly loved. Still, this billionaire was my ladder to the top. George Miller better watch his back.

she exclaims with a delighted smile. The last person I wanted to run into tonight was Mrs. Chelsea. “Where are you headed with that suitcase, dear?” She peers at me, her brow furrowing as she studies my face. After a pause, she lets out a small gasp. “Don’t tell me Nate chased you out of the house!” “What? No!” I laugh, a forced sound that even I don’t believe. “Why would you think that?” Mrs. Chelsea chuckles softly but doesn’t look convinced. “Oh, my mistake. It’s just that a billionaire’s wife, sitting all alone at an empty bus stop without any guards or even her own car well, it does make one wonder. But I’m glad I’m wrong.”

I felt as if I was relieving my horrible past again as the memories which I wanted to forget were all coming back despite me smoking weed to forget. With anger at Ricky for causing this, as I turned to glare at him, I saw him stare back at me. "I know who you are, Nathan Curtis Silverman The billionaire." "So what? Have you been researching me like some kind of cop? I hope you found what you’re looking for as I'm no longer a billionaire. I DON'T have bloody money to give you!" I said shouting at him in anger for daring to look into my past without my consent.