The Billionaire's Regret Novel Victoria Novels & Stories

"Oh, Victoria, be nice. We should be happy for her. It’s not every day that nobody gets pulled from the trenches and handed a golden credit card." Victoria’s eyes practically burned with pure hate at the mention of our marriage. She was visibly eating herself alive. I was the random girl standing between her and the billionaire empire she thought was hers. My stomach twisted into a tight knot, and a sudden wave of heat rushed up my neck. Everything inside me wanted to snap back. The urge to yell and defend myself was choking me. My fingers clamped onto the edge of my plate so hard my knuckles turned white. I wanted to smash the glass right at their feet, scream in their smug faces, and tear

Not watching her through tinted car windows, not seeing her through hospital room glass, not sitting silently beside her unconscious body…She was alive and looking directly at him. His heartbeat, something he had disciplined to remain steady even during billion-dollar negotiations and hostile acquisitions, now beat so loudly that it almost drowned out every sound in the room. Across from him, Ruby was equally quiet. She knew exactly who the man before her was. Stefan Ashford, the youngest billionaire in the United Kingdom. The legendary businessman whom newspapers called ‘The King of Modern Business’. The man whose companies dominated almost every major industry. The man every elite family w

She tapped lightly against Tiffany’s chest, then let her hand drift down to her belly. “I’ve never been so proud of you, my love,” Victoria continued, her voice thick with emotion. “You are so much better than me. From a stripper to a boutique owner… you’ve built a life for yourself. You have one of the best men by your side. And now, you’re having his baby. And he isn’t poor, my love. A billionaire?” She let out a small laugh, her eyes twinkling. “I wish I’d bagged a billionaire. Your father was my greatest disappointment and regret, but you—” Her voice cracked, and she smiled through her tears. “You are my most beautiful blessing.”

Headlines blaring across the bottom. ‘The Billionaire Heiress Returns.’ Somewhere deep in the forgotten part of Manhattan, a single light bulb swung from the ceiling, flickering on and off -each flash revealing fragments of obsession. A wall - covered. Photo after photo of Scarlett Monroe. Scarlett stepping out of her car. Scarlett at a business gala. Scarlett with Cassian. Scarlett at the funeral. Each image was connected by thin red strings, webbed together in a pattern that made no sense- or perhaps too much sense.

"I will never lie for you or James. The designs are mine, and I won't let you manipulate me anymore. I just want my grandmother's company back." Richard slammed his fist on the desk, making Victoria jump. "You ungrateful brat! After everything this family has done for you, this is how you repay us? “You’ve done nothing but steal from me and undermine me at every turn,” Victoria shot back, her voice rising with defiance. “I don’t care about your threats, Father. I’m not doing the press conference.” Richard’s face darkened, and he strode toward her, his hand raised. Before she could react, his palm struck her cheek, the sharp sting bringing tears to her eyes.

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.

Otherwise, I was almost not even known by the workers so my word holds no value. The only person who could stop them was out of the country and that person was grandpa Howard. The lights of the theatre came on and I could feel the needle injected in me. I thought about the baby in my womb, “I'm sorry baby, I am such a useless mother, I couldn't even protect you”. If there is anything like a second chance, I promise myself never to fall in love so easily because right now, all I could feel was regret at loving the wrong man.