The Billionaire's Regret Novels & Stories

The corner of his mouth trembled slightly, revealing the truth behind his regret. " Haha! Your mother was the one who controlled everything. Seems like she knew this one would follow her footsteps and make everyone's life harder!" " You still hate my mother." Mr Bakers chuckled bitterly, shaking his head as if trying to shake off an old memory. " Everyone does!" " Yeah. So, are you sure that billionaire will come? Don't you think it's suspicious that a billionaire suddenly wants to invest such a large amount of money in our business?" He asked, sipping his wine in slow motion, eyes darting across the hall.

The gesture he made made me feel like he was losing his patience. "You could lose everything for this. You could lose the people, the company, the investors, your family, and even the inheritance because of a wrong choice. You could lose everything for just one insignificant woman. You could lose all that you've ever worked for...because of a woman who never hesitated to leave you." Grandpa's words hurt like boiling water against the skin. I couldn't imagine my life without the massive assets I had acquired. I couldn't imagine the title of the youngest billionaire being pulled out when introducing my name.

the vault had completely shattered. They were perfect. And he had missed five years of their lives because of his own arrogant blindness. He brought the plastic tiara to his lips, closing his eyes as the agonizing weight of his regret threatened to crush him alive. He would give Zara everything. He would sign over every single penny he owned just to sit on that rug for one more hour. Suddenly, the harsh buzzing of his encrypted cell phone shattered the silence of the cabin. Lucian's eyes snapped open. The vulnerability instantly vanished, replaced by the lethal, cold instincts of a billionaire CEO. He wiped his face, clearing his throat before answering the line.

"How is it possible? Literally anything you want can be bought. Everything." His gaze found hers. "Not all." There was a sadness in his expression. A yearning for something she could not clearly recognize. the wave ran over her. Maybe he knew what it felt like to be abandoned like her. She moved her lips to say something - anything - to make him feel better, but nothing happened. Instead, she pursed her lips and nodded. They were silent for a moment before Sage waved. "We have to keep moving forward," he said. Irena nodded and followed. As she watched her flock move as he walked, her thoughts flashed through her mind. Could this billionaire sympathize with her? Here, he is given a plane for

He pushed away his family and friends, perhaps even women he loved. Amberleigh noticed her laptop was on the bed near her case, so she reached for it. She had to know more about what she was dealing with here. She used her sweater sleeve to clean her face and tried to get her shit together. It wasn’t like she was the one starring down the barrel of a fucked up gun after all. She tried to imagine what the billionaire must be feeling, like every fucking day of his life. It had to be fucking terrifying. Just how bad would things get for him?

he nodded and his expression changed to exhaustion. "I'm sorry for how I treated Funke, I was just scared of commitment but immediately she left I felt like slapping myself, I called her and texted her but she doesn't pick up. I don't know what to do." Aawwnn, the big billionaire is sad. I felt bad for him, not. neh, just joking. "So, what do you want me to do for you?" I was confused. This was his mess; he should clean it up.

Now my painstakingly built wall of poise which had just about made it through the Willa phone call broke into a million tiny jagged fragments. My eyes filled with hot treacherous tears that muddled the already bizarre scene. Sloan. That bastard. What was he anywat? A playboy. How could I have ever forgotten that for even a moment? An extremely wealthy billionaire who most likely had a changing list of Ms.starlight dresses .

why them? “Because I didn’t want to watch them take what you love,” he said. “Because I owed your father for the faith he put in me once. Because… because I’m selfish in the quiet ways too — I wanted to make sure when all this came for you, there would be a place you could come back to that wasn’t gutted.” The confession landed like a warm hand over my ribs. It was protection folded into property — a billionaire’s twist that was tender in its logic. He had made a financial play as a love letter.

I looked into his eyes, trying to find answers, but all I saw was that same sadness—a deep, haunting look that felt strangely familiar. “If only I had come into your life sooner, maybe you would have been mine, Katniss. You wouldn’t have ended up as his wife. And I wouldn’t have felt this pain… the pain of being forgotten, of being treated as if I don’t matter,” he said softly, his voice full of regret. His closeness made me nervous. My heart pounded, and I put my hands on his chest, gently pushing him back as he kept moving closer. My head felt dizzy with all the emotions and thoughts running through me.

’ Even if I died today, it doesn't mean that Ace Kings would love me or even be remorseful about what he did. Every day, it was a struggle to get out of bed and face the world outside these four walls. I spent hours wallowing in self-pity, replaying every moment leading up to my decision to leave Ace. ‘Does he even feel bad that I left??’ ‘Was that how much he hated me?’ ‘Not to even give a fuck about where I am, or how I was doing even though he knew that I had no one else but him.’ ‘Are all billionaires assholes? Or I just happened to be unfortunate and married the only asshole that exists among them?’