The Billionaire's Regret Novels & Stories

“I think you’re just overthinking. Maybe he just wants to spend time with them before going back to New York. They have a life here and he just can’t ruin it and take them away.” Sophia had no idea the type of man Julian was. I sighed. “I wish it were what you thought.” “You’re their mom and he can’t just take them from you. Besides, he was the one who ruined your marriage and made you give up your old life.” “He’s a billionaire. He has the money and connections to do whatever he wants.” “It’s not always about money, Aria,” she tried to comfort me. Before I could speak, my phone started ringing. I ignored it because I already knew it was Julian.

Aiden chuckled. “Look at that man in a grey suit in the second row, he can't go higher than a hundred million and that means one thing,” Aiden said. “What?” Aria asked. “He is broke.” he laughed and Aria giggled. Alessa shook her head at them as she smiled. “A hundred million dollars is being broke?” Alessa asked. “Yes, isn't this an auction for billionaires? He is a millionaire, the difference is huge.” Aiden replied. “You should be grateful,” Alessa replied and he sighed.

I spurt out with confidence, “nor am I bragging that I’m the first daughter of the number one most wealthy living person in the world, and I have a share in the number one biggest company ever known.” “You ARE BRAGGING now.” Shawna side-glances me. “Besides, to be honest, Lupin group may have been the fifth wealthiest in the world before the project empire saga, now it’s no more. Christopher Su Pointe became your paternal family’s saving grace.” “So you’re among those people who argue that my dad stole Su Pointe group?” “I didn’t say so.” Shawna changes the topic immediately after saying that. “Well, there’s a blissful sight.” She subtly pinches my waist and jerks her head toward the recepti

I pulled out my handkerchief with a trembling hand and pressed it against my eyes. The tears came fast now, heavy and unstoppable. I was a billionaire. I was the Chairman of the Marchetti Group. I ruled over banks, real estate, and fashion houses across the continent. People feared my name and respected my power. But in this quiet moment on a dark street, none of that wealth mattered. I was just a father who had finally found his lost child. I stood there crying for several minutes, letting years of regret wash out of my soul. I cried for Elaine, who died alone. I cried for Bella, who had to fight the world by herself to build an empire from nothing.

I packed what little was truly mine and left without looking back. At the airport, I purchased a one-way ticket. Destination: anywhere far enough to disappear. As I waited to board, I placed a hand over my stomach and spoke softly, for the first time, not as a discarded wife but as a mother. “I promise you,” I whispered, “no one will ever make you feel unwanted.” The boarding call echoed through the terminal. I stood up. Somewhere behind me, Ethan Blackwood continued his perfect life, unaware that the woman he had cast aside was carrying his child… and his greatest regret.

Nicole I froze, for a moment, I wondered if I had heard him correctly. David Lockwood, the untouchable billionaire. The man whose pride was as legendary as his wealth, the man who had never begged anyone for anything in his life was standing there, begging me to save his daughter.

He had revived the company and become a billionaire due to very smart business decisions. Darien assumed that he had overcome the darkness in his life until he became clear how lonely he was despite all the money and adoration. He couldn’t date who he wanted for fear of negative public opinion. He was trapped in a gilded cage of his own making. The billionaire thought of Zach again and that boosted his mood. He was on his way out of the darkness. With that in the mind, he sped through rereading all of his past works and took out his notebook.

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

That desperation was not love; it was obsession disguised as loyalty. So when his message came: “I am sorry to learn about this. Do you mind if I pay for it? I mean… I want to, so you could get treated.” I wasn’t shocked. Instead, I smirked, a soundless laugh pressing from my lips almost immediately. Predictable. That was the word. It was predictable, wasn’t it? I knew he would offer. I knew he would rush to send the money, hoping it would become his ticket back into my life. And truly, it was fair to admit that thirty thousand was little more than a scoop of money in his pocket, now that he was a billionaire.

"If only I had been there for them when they needed me the most." He couldn't shake the feeling of regret that gnawed at him from within, the knowledge that his children had suffered because of his shortcomings as a parent weighing heavily on his conscience. He had been so focused on building his empire, on amassing wealth and success, that he had neglected the most important thing of all - his children, his flesh and blood. "I'm a failure," William whispered, his voice choking with tears. "I'm a billionaire, but my money can't fix what I've done. It can't ease their pain, can't erase the scars of their suffering."