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I had stayed up until 4:00 AM correcting his spreadsheets, my eyes blurring until the numbers looked like ants. I didn't mind the sacrifices. I loved him. And tonight, as I looked at the shimmering gold-and-black banner that read FALCONE ENTERPRISES: THE BILLION-DOLLAR ASCENSION, I felt like we had both won. I pressed my hand against my stomach, a secret smile tugging at my lips. I hadn’t told him yet. I wanted to wait for the perfect moment, after the champagne, after the cheers to tell him that he wasn't just a billionaire now; he was going to be a father.

Someone then shouted that this was not a dream. It was a miracle! Meanwhile, the Middle East billionaire who had decided to give up at the last moment burst into regretful tears. He held his chest tightly and kept slapping himself, choking and chiding to himself, “You’re such a stingy man! Why are you so stingy?! What’s the point of keeping your money? What’s the use of it? You can’t even take it with you when you die!” Then, he covered his face with both hands and sobbed ugly tears.

Talking to her always had that effect on him. It had been six years since they had met again at business school, and yet every conversation still left him feeling strangely warm inside. Daniel stood and walked toward the large window overlooking the glittering skyline. From the outside, his life looked perfect. Daniel Carter. The youngest billionaire in the city. The heir and current head of the Carter Conglomerate. Yet his name rarely appeared in the media. His face had never been published in the news. He preferred it that way. And most importantly…

He’d been competing for investors with him till he disappeared some months before the business trip where Nathan had served me the divorce papers. Why was he here? He was a billionaire. He had his private jets. “Are you going to keep staring at me like that the entire flight?” He asked with a grin on his face. I scoffed and turned away. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Truth is I didn’t realize I had been staring at him for a while. Long enough to make him feel uncomfortable. I hated the man. I mean I didn’t really have a reason to but he was arrogant and that was enough reason.

“Because she gives me bread that isn’t sad.” Salma touched her own chest. “I feel appreciated.” “This is Uncle Javier.” A man in a suit with a slanted eyebrow. Poppy added a dollar bill and one angry symbol beside him. “Because he’s rich and likes pinching cheeks.” Javier sighed. “My legacy is ruined.” I sat in the armchair, arms folded, trying to breathe normally like a woman who had no idea her life was being forcibly stitched into something misshapen. Then Poppy stopped.

My family, Pennelope and Jared, is worth it. I ran my hands on the prepared and ready to use weapons in the headquarters. I know I promised my wife that I will not hurt any innocent people and I also promised that no one will die. However, I cannot promise we won't be using guns because this is not just about who is much powerful and has better connections, this is about who is smarter, who has the best idea, and who does not have weakness. I used to be called a heartless billionaire. I used to play fire with women everytime I wanted to take some steam off my body. I did not care about their feelings. I did not care about other people's feelings. Not until Pennelope came into my life.

“Don’t regret this.” I met his eyes, and for the first time, I saw the truth—he wasn’t the cold billionaire everyone thought he was. He was a man who had forgotten how to love and found it again when he least expected it. “I don’t,” I whispered. “But I’m scared of what comes next.” He didn’t answer. He just looked at me as if I were the only thing that made sense in a world that had stopped making sense long ago. When I finally turned and walked away, my heart was no longer mine.

If someone would know of our deal, I can never erase the fact that I got blinded by the money and the will to get rid of my father's company debt and that I overlooked my own dignity. I feel Lilian’s hands grasping mine as she puts down her glass of wine. "How do you know that, Bethy. This are just speculation.” "I... we're in two different worlds. He's a billionaire while I…if the world gets to know….I don’t even want to think about it Lilian.”

She asked, her gaze focused on Vanessa. "My greatest Regret in life is Loving Someone who didn't care about me." She replied. "That's sad. How about you, Mr. Gonzalez?" "My Biggest regret in life is loosing a gold while searching for a Bronze." "Wow." The lady whispered. "We'll bring this interview to an end. Ms. Rodriguez, do you have an important Figure you wanna introduce?" She asked. "Yes." Vanessa nodded. "Who is the person?" "Mr Rodriguez from Spain." "You mean the Richest Man Business Man in Spain?" She asked for Confirmation.

All that he is going to be left with is, REGRET after I will be done with him. He will regret, ever laying his dirty eyes on her. He will regret, for getting dirty hands touch her. He will regret, making her cry. Thinking about this, I filled in the amount, before signing the check. I threw it at him and he grabbed it like a dog, with his wide eyes staring at the cheque. He had become a Multi-Millionaire overnight and he clearly couldn't digest this fact. After getting courage from my easy behaviour, he questioned me confused, " But, Sir! What is so special about her?!" He wondered and I clenched my hands together.