The Billionaire's Regret Symplyayisha Novels & Stories

She turned to walk away. "Wait," Adrian said, reaching out with a trembling hand for her arm. "Please, just wait a second." "Why!" Lisa turned back sharply, years of buried pain and rage finally exploding out of her. Her body was shaking. "So you can tell me I look better now but alas, I'm not better because I am still fat." She shook her head, "forget it Adrian, congratulations, you're the new CEO and your life must be all butter and sugar." "That's not fair."

Then he leaned at the girl and said: “But I will buy your flower.” “Really?! It is only $20, Sir!” “No. It is more than that. This flower gave me happiness that’s beyond $20.” Eric raised his hand and called Byron, who was still single until now. “Byron.” “Yes, Sir?!” “Prepare one billion dollars and pay this kid.” Eric would not turn back time. But he was willing to make everyone happy as long as we are alive. The end.

“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 looked at me with mixed feelings, her eyes quivering as she couldn't say a word to me. Sounds of cameras filtered in the air as much as gossip. “BREAKING NEWS: The Billionaire Heir who rejected and divorced his wife regrets his actions and desperately wants her back!” It was showcased on the sign board in less than a minute before my action. That was the power of reporters and social media.

"I hope so. I just wish I could do something for them." Levi nodded sympathetically. "I know, but sometimes all we can do is take care of ourselves and hope for the best for others." Alisha sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Levi.” "You don't have to be thankful. To be honest, I'm pretty impressed that you ran away from Alice Sharma, the youngest billionaire in this country. It's like cracking a tough nut," Levi said with appreciation in her voice.

Bharti said but Mayra walked back towards her and hugged her. “It’s lovely maa, but I will drive it when I know I am worth driving it…” Mayra said and Bharti smiled. She knew it is a lot to take in but seeing her daughter talking like a grown-up with dignity. She didn’t insist it further and they walked into the villa. ****** So Mayra is actually Mayra Sinha. Who knew Mayra would actually be a billionaire? Imagine Sania's face knowing that :P And don't forget to comment ;)

After our last job we came to Mumbai to lay low for a bit but we were running out of money , so that was why we were already looking for our next potential target. "This is Ishan Kumar. He's the son of the billionaire Uday Kumar. After his father's death , everything fell into his hands ,the businesses, all the money and Ishan has been spending it very recklessly. He's at the club almost everyday , spoiling all types of girls."Babu, my fake brother told us excitedly as he showed us a picture of a young man I slouched forward, reaching over to the photo as Babu handed it to me. I observed the picture , coming to the conclusion that he at least looked good enough

I reply, moving out of the way so the waitstaff can set my plate down. “It still shocks me that you’re dating Seymore Lewis,” she says, eyeballing her own plate. “Me too,” Ellie says, backing up our new friend. “What’s so unbelievable about it?” I gush, trying to pick up my oversized BLT. “Well, he’s a billionaire, for starters,” Sophia says. “You guys don’t even run in the same circles. The man is used to buying anything he wants. Anything,” she stresses, mixing up her salad with a fork.

I can’t do that anymore. A staff member appeared beside us. “Mr. Blackwood, we’re ready.” The room beyond the curtain erupted into applause. They were waiting for the billionaire. I thought about Elara sitting alone with divorce papers, waiting for calls that never came. Holding ultrasound photos while wondering what to do next. Then I thought about Blue, her birthdays I missed… her school events. Memories I could never recover. The weight of it nearly crushed me. For years I convinced myself power solved problems, but power had never fixed anything.

That’s when the news flashed across the screen, and my heart nearly stopped. The headline was about someone I had been desperately trying to forget—Lucas. The one person I didn’t want to see. The one person I was doing my best to hide from. “A billionaire businessman, who is reportedly married, was spotted with another woman…” the news anchor reported. Then, as if to make things worse, they showed a picture. It was Lucas, walking into a hotel with a woman I didn’t recognize. I sat frozen in place, my fork hovering above my plate. My mind struggled to process what I was hearing. How did the media even find out about this? Sure, Lucas was a well-known figure in the business world, but he was u