The Billionaire's Regret Novel Victoria นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She was practically jobless and how she survived in this city was amusing. Nobody could judge her social skills even if they tried. She was a bonafide social climber and she did it so well, rumors had it though that she had shackled herself to the wrong billionaire. Adrian Hales was a ‘soon to be’ bankrupt person and it was going to be a beautiful reality for Cassie. Good thing society will still be there and the rude world will still rotate, she frowned at the thought and it was about the same time that they stepped into Dan’s office.

The message contained only one word: [Follow] After reading the message, Ximena’s confidence surged, and she raised her paddle again. "200 million!" "300 million!" "400 million!" "500 million!" Ximena held her ground, not backing down, until Sebastian called out with a firm voice, "1 billion!" The room erupted! "Oh my God, 1 billion! Does Mr. Vanderbilt really want Yun's Aromatic Codex that badly?" "I've heard that there are treasures hidden in the Yun's Aromatic Codex. If the treasure is found, spending a billion would be worth it."

"Actually, you're wrong. You never had anything to begin with. So, what exactly are you letting go?" To her, Arietta was right. Everything she ever thought was hers at the beginning turned out to be her sister's. Her husband and her parents, none of them batted an eyelid when anything involved only her. "Ariella, you should have just remained in your poverty-stinking shell. Competing with me was the worst you'd ever done." "You're right. Even if I've never tried to compete with you, I still admit that this is your empire and I can never take anything away."

And with it, the fragile possibility of healing, for both of us, lay somewhere in the desolate landscape of what remained. It wasn't just about Earnest, not entirely. The full scope of Victoria's obsession unfurled with a chilling clarity, revealing a tapestry woven with threads of possessiveness, a deep-seated insecurity, and a twisted sense of entitlement that had been festering for years. The photograph, the one of a younger Earnest beaming, trophy in hand, with Victoria’s arm possessively slung around him, was more than just a relic of their childhood friendship. It was a snapshot of a perceived victory, a moment she had etched into her memory as the beginning of her claim. She saw Earne

I have made a terrible mistake, she thinks to herself as she grinds her teeth against each other and the experience with the Vicent replays in her mind. " I should not have let her come back here," she says to herself quietly as she surveys the company in front of her. "Had I known that Vicent was the one running this business, I never would have brought her here." She grinds her teeth, seated in her seat, and thinks to herself,

She hadn’t written in weeks. Finally, she tapped record and whispered: “They want me to testify like I’m the version of myself they remember — fierce, unshakable, perfect under pressure. But that woman doesn’t exist anymore. I died and burned and bled to build Phoenix back. What they’ll see isn’t armor. It’s scar tissue.” “I just hope that’s enough.” Downstairs, Alexander sifted through old Burnett Foundation files Sophie had passed him — traces of Vault’s global expansion. Among the names of early investors was one he hadn’t expected:

“You will pay for this. Mark my words—you will regret every second!” Alexander’s gaze didn’t soften. It burned with fury, disbelief, and a sense of betrayal so deep it made the air feel heavy. He didn’t listen. He didn’t want to. All he saw were the images, the staged proof, the lie that had been fed to him—and the man who dared to be in them. Victoria leaned back, invisible smugness painting her face like a mask. Her victory was silent but deafening. The trap had snapped shut, and Alexander, the man who rarely lost control, was furious, helpless, and utterly convinced of the betrayal before him.

“I haven’t asked much of her, yet she couldn’t even help me secure Kingsley Technologies.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m losing money every time those stocks take another hit.” Victoria felt her stomach tighten. A wave of nausea rose in her throat. Then came the words that shattered what little hope she still had. “She’s just as useless as her mother was.” The tears she had been desperately holding back escaped without warning. They streamed silently down her cheeks. Inside the office, the conversation continued as though her entire world hadn’t just been turned upside down. “Then why did you approve the marriage?” the other man asked. “Why support Alexander in the first place?”