The Billionaire's Regret Symplyayisha Novels & Stories

But today, it felt like the walls were closing in on her. "He is here’, Layla warned, her voice quite tight with tension. ‘I can feel his aura’, she comtinued to say. ‘He is not coming here’, Zara whispered back to her wolf while shoving a volume of Botanical History back on the shelf with more force than necessary. ‘He is a billionaire, in fact, a multi- billionaire at that. He is probably drinking champagne with the Dean or members of the Board right now. He didn’t see me. He just probably saw a rude student leaving rather early’. She told her wolf and even more herself, trying to convince herself that, that's the situation of things outside.

I packed what little was truly mine and left without looking back. At the airport, I purchased a one-way ticket. Destination: anywhere far enough to disappear. As I waited to board, I placed a hand over my stomach and spoke softly, for the first time, not as a discarded wife but as a mother. “I promise you,” I whispered, “no one will ever make you feel unwanted.” The boarding call echoed through the terminal. I stood up. Somewhere behind me, Ethan Blackwood continued his perfect life, unaware that the woman he had cast aside was carrying his child… and his greatest regret.

“While I was out here feeling guilty about the loss, thinking of ways to make things better, Sean was out there rekindling his love with the love of his life.” Jane exhaled sharply through her nose. “That man deserves every inch of the karma that’s coming.” I managed a bitter half smile. “He offered me some money and the house, but I refused. I want nothing to do with him anymore.” “Damn right,” Jane said. “You’re not taking scraps from someone who treated you like a temporary solution.”

“Did you also backfire in your recent actions? You tend to destroy the things you touch, my love. First yourself, then your family, and now you want to destroy this family.” What exactly has gone wrong in humanity? Like, why exactly are people like Mama Tia even existing? “Everything is not about greed and money, Mama Tia,” I murmur. “If you could just see the most sensible side of things, you’d understand my actions.” Mama Tia raises a brow and sips from her tea while looking at me from under her lashes. Then she utters with much blandness in her voice, “Let me offer you an option of simplicity: I give you eleven million, you testify that you’re not Mellow and merely caused these whole ruck

I pulled out my handkerchief with a trembling hand and pressed it against my eyes. The tears came fast now, heavy and unstoppable. I was a billionaire. I was the Chairman of the Marchetti Group. I ruled over banks, real estate, and fashion houses across the continent. People feared my name and respected my power. But in this quiet moment on a dark street, none of that wealth mattered. I was just a father who had finally found his lost child. I stood there crying for several minutes, letting years of regret wash out of my soul. I cried for Elaine, who died alone. I cried for Bella, who had to fight the world by herself to build an empire from nothing.

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?

Now my painstakingly built wall of poise which had just about made it through the Willa phone call broke into a million tiny jagged fragments. My eyes filled with hot treacherous tears that muddled the already bizarre scene. Sloan. That bastard. What was he anywat? A playboy. How could I have ever forgotten that for even a moment? An extremely wealthy billionaire who most likely had a changing list of Ms.starlight dresses .

“Relax. I promise you won’t lose in the end.” He bristled. Of course he remembered Kane’s recent offer to buy back the board’s shares—an offer every director had rejected out of pride or mistrust. Now those same shares were dead weight, and Felix regretted not selling when he had the chance. “Gabriella, I’ve made a fortune these last few years, sure,” he said tightly. “But don’t expect me to cough it all back up.” ATTA’s bonuses had lined his pockets, and he’d squandered plenty of it on luxuries. Watching his remaining fortune evaporate now made him sick to his stomach.

I was swept off my feet by his confidence and charming smile when he walked up to me at the bar that night. It was my birthday and I went to the bar with a few of my friends to celebrate over drinks. Alex said I had caught his attention and he wasn’t going to leave the table until I gave him my phone number. I was reluctant at first because I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I needed some time for myself but my friends pushed for me to give it to him. 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 boy loved his father too much that he would rather freeze to death than leave his old and sick dad. Sia walked up to him and greeted him. “Hey, Nash.” Nash looked up, his brows furrowing. “Miss Swift, what are you doing here?” Last night, he googled Alessia Swift and found out that she was a billionaire and a business woman. She was known for her foul personality but he did not feel that she was having any foul personality, just too stubborn. Feigning offence, Sia said, “Oh, I thought you would be happy to see me.”