Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Regret Novel Victoria

“She turned into a billionaire child immediately.” Salma shifted on the lounger, pushed her sunglasses higher on her nose, then opened gossip on her iPad. She had already moved from the dining chair to the daybed beside the terrace, half sunbathing with her legs crossed, her blue kaftan falling around her as if she had been born to judge the world from beneath expensive shade. “Immediately?” she said. “That child has been asking for her strawberries cut according to emotional shapes since birth.” “That’s your fault. You indulge her too much.”

“I can’t keep calm Dinah. You come home with some talk about being the long lost daughter of a billionaire, and without even allowing me to assimilate and comprehend what you’ve just said, you’re already packing up. You are leaving me Dinah, you’re leaving us and…” “And what?” She asked, heaving slightly as she turned to face Tessa. “This is not fair at all. I’m happy for you, but are you sure that…” “If you’re happy for me, then you would be assisting me not shouting at me. Oh goodness! What do you even expect me to do or say? You want me to believe that my newfound fortune is not true, and now I know the kind of person you are. You of all people know how bad I’ve been having it these past

she added, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, "I'd watch your empire crumble if I were you. The board isn't too thrilled with your sudden moral compass. They're questioning your ability to lead." Elias's jaw tightened. "What do you want, Selene?" Her eyes gleamed. "Oh, that's the beauty of it. I don’t want anything from you anymore. I just want to watch you both burn." With that, the screen went black. Elias's phone buzzed almost immediately. He glanced at it and cursed. "The headlines are already out." He turned the screen toward me, and my heart sank. Ex-Billionaire’s Wife Victoria Lancaster Linked to New Financial Scandal.

Separated by a table, even with Grace being restricted, she was still unable to harm Victoria. "Grace, have you ever regretted it?" Victoria asked directly. "Regret? Regret what? Regret seducing your father and killing your mother? Or regret embezzlement? I'm telling you; I have no regrets.” Grace said with a complacent sneer. Victoria clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as she asked, "Let me ask you, do you have any regrets in killing my father!? He didn't treat you badly either, why did you have to watch him faint and lose the chance to save you?”

“Don’t even dream of spending a cent of Laurent money!” Then, with a cold smile curling her lips, she added, “And I’ve already leaked the news. No more investments, no more support. Let’s see who backs you now, Victoria. My revenge isn’t finished.” Victoria’s stomach turned. She had underestimated Margareth’s venom. If she’d known how deep that hatred ran, she never would have let Margareth’s son take the fall. But it was too late. Now she and Winona stood outside the villa—no car, no cards, just a few crumpled bills between them.

Trolley towards Ruby. "Are you sure what you're saying? I'm afraid you'll regret it," Ruby repeated with one eyebrow raised. "Do you think I'm poor? A billionaire like me can afford to buy you the contents of this place," Victor retorted arrogantly. "Just buy it then. No need to spend my energy picking and choosing," Ruby continued, pushing the trolley back towards Victor. "Remember your limits, Ruby," Victor said. "Okay."

“Julian Hart left his pregnant wife to die after shoving her into a marble pillar. I don’t just want Evelyn to divorce him, Marcus. I want to ruin him.” “Consider it done,” Marcus replied. “I’ll have the files by morning.” Sarah hung up and looked back at the papers. Julian thought he had won. He thought he had paid five million dollars to make his 'problem' go away. He had no idea that he had just handed the woman he betrayed a motive for war.

she hissed and slumped back into her chair I was quite surprised how I had never noticed the people that lived in the apartment, they were a bunch of snobbish rich people who thought they were better than everyone. It was crazy how they all stared at me in disgust and so much condescension like I was beneath their feet. “You are not kicking me out” I shook my head, pretty bored that I had to be dragged over there “Can you all see, she isn’t even remorseful!” the ‘Villa president’ shouted beside me “You should be on your knees begging”

“They’re building a narrative.” Of course they were. Corporate media loved it. And a billionaire divorcing his wife while she was secretly pregnant? The headlines practically wrote themselves. “Kill it,” I said coldly. “We’re trying.” “No,” I snapped quietly. “Not containment. Find the leak.” Victor exhaled sharply. “This isn’t just business anymore.” I stared toward the staircase. Toward the room upstairs where my daughter was trying not to be afraid inside her own home. “No,” I said evenly. “Now it’s personal.”

he asked. “That regret isn’t the loudest emotion anymore,” Serena said. “Peace is.” He nodded. “Then you won.” Serena smiled softly. “No,” she said. “I chose.” Outside, the city carried on, imperfect, alive, still learning. Inside, Serena Blake finally rested in the knowledge that losing her once had been the greatest mistake anyone could make, and regaining herself, hat was the victory that mattered.