The Billionaire's Regret Novels & Stories

The times I spent with him were amazing but I always felt insecure most of the time because I was just an average person and he was a famous man with a net worth more than a billion dollars. ~•~ The next day, I woke up a little bit late because it was going to be a long day. I had slept in one of the empty rooms because I couldn’t sleep on the same bed with Alex. I had planned on getting a new hairdo for the event, so I went back to my room to get ready. I expected to see Alex but I met an empty room. It was the weekend and he didn’t have to leave for work, so I was confused on why he had already left the house. I was about to assume he had gone out to meet his ex, when I saw a note on the s

I had to remind myself that I never lost anything from that marriage because I never gained anything significant. Cadmus was right about one thing though. I do have regrets. I'm regretting all the nights I've shared with him. I regret letting him have the luxury of touching my skin—of sleeping beside me. I regret all the years I spent loving him and everything I gave him that he's unworthy of. Unfortunately for him, I took every part of me when I decided to leave. There won't be anything left for him. Whatever he may miss about me, won't be there for him anymore.

Why would he do that to her? Voices outside made her still at what they said. “…did you hear Michael was found? He almost died again! That man has the nine lives of a cat,” a woman said, followed by the chuckles of the rest of them. “What's more, I heard he's the lost billionaire from the city, they thought he was dead, can you imagine how lucky he is?” Another chipped in what she mentioned, piquing Christine's attention. Michael was a billionaire? How was that possible? The mere thought of staying with Andrew, a mere millionaire's son, and leaving an actual billionaire didn't add up. She had to act and act fast and soon.

In my previous life, with all the money and care I could pour into him, he'd still died at thirty of a rare lymphoma. This time, the alcohol, the resentment, and the manual labor were wrecking him twice as fast. He coughed up blood sometimes when the fits got bad. And in the haze of despair and liquor, fragments of his other life would flare up behind his eyes. In those images, he'd been dragged into Harvard and had come out a billionaire. Stacked against this, the regret was unbearable. One night, Felix dragged himself home. On the broken TV mounted on the wall, a business interview with me was playing.

More tears welled up in my eyes as I read the messages. 'I don't want to wake Kayla, that's why I can't call. Since you've gone home, that's it. I wouldn't be able to come home tonight.' The tears I had been holding in my eyes since, streamed down freely. I couldn't hold it in anymore. Then it wrote again 'I sent you fifty thousand dollars, your blood wasn't free.' God! My chest constricted with pain that I had never felt before. I was in agony. How could Ethan be so cruel?

"The way you move. Like you have a purpose. Even when you were nineteen, you had this... fire. I spent years trying to put it out so I could keep you in a box. I didn't realize that the fire was the only thing keeping me warm." I turned my head, looking up at him. He was too close. I could see the tiny lines of exhaustion around his eyes and the faint scar on his jawline I’d never noticed before. The "intimidating billionaire" was nowhere to be found. This was just a man, bleeding his regrets into the kitchen air.

“Because just looking at you makes me want to wrap my hands around you and… Ugh!” If he had asked for forgiveness right now, I honestly don’t know what I would have done, because I don’t think it’s something I’m ready to give as yet. “I just needed you to know that I know the truth now,” he adds quietly. I stare at him for a long moment and for the first time in years… I see it. Not the arrogant billionaire. Not the arrogant boy who broke my heart. Just a man drowning in regret. Unfortunately for him, regret doesn’t turn back time.

Now she was looking at an opportunity that could finally establish her name in an industry she'd always loved. She wasn't going to let her complicated history with Ethan decide her future. “Emma,” she said quietly, “I want this project.” Her friend studied her face. “Then go for it.” “Even though Ethan might be involved?” “Especially because Ethan might be involved.” Amelia frowned. “Explain.” Emma leaned forward. “Your ex-husband is a billionaire. Fine. Congratulations to him and his bank account. But you're building something of your own now. If you walk away from a good opportunity simply because he might be in the room, aren't you allowing him to influence your decisions again?”

She said as she waved the playing video in front of his face. "I am sorry Riley. I am sorry. But please don't misunderstand me, it wasn't my revenge plan." He said as he reached for her hands again that she swatted away. He was trembling now. Looking at her tearful face, he knew he messed up big. And it was all his fault. But he didn't know how to make it right. "I became a beggar because I love you, Riley. Do you think a billionaire would pretend to be a fucking beggar just for some fucked up revenge?" He said as he tried to control his hands that we were itching to force her into his arms and feel her that she was still here.

Happy and Loved. And me? I am left with nothing but regret. Regret for betraying the only person who ever truly loved me as a friend. Regret for chasing after a man who never belonged to me. Regret for being so blind that I couldn’t see what I had until it was gone. If I had known she would end up in the arms of a billionaire who worships her, maybe just maybe I would have thought twice before ruining everything. Now, it is too late. I lost her. I lost everything.