Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Regret Symplyayisha

Nicole I froze, for a moment, I wondered if I had heard him correctly. David Lockwood, the untouchable billionaire. The man whose pride was as legendary as his wealth, the man who had never begged anyone for anything in his life was standing there, begging me to save his daughter.

A silver-haired billionaire couple, dressed in tailored cashmere and surrounded by a dozen elite security personnel, rushed toward the base of the stairs, their faces filled with an intense, emotional relief that they hadn't displayed in seven long years. "Oh, my sweet girl, look at what he did to you, look at how thin and pale you are after everything you suffered for that ungrateful man," the elegant older woman cried, throwing her arms around Vivienne and holding her so tightly that Vivienne finally felt the immense weight of her isolation melt away.

When Theodore saw Lyla typing on his phone, he dashed over and tried to snatch his phone back. “You’re crazy! Give me back my phone now!” Lyla clutched the phone tightly. She retorted, “Who’s the crazy one here?! Why can’t you ask for your money back if she can’t deliver? That’s twenty billion dollars! With all the debt you have now, our house will be gone! Theodore, you’ve been a shareholder for a long time. Did you just help others make money? Is earning twenty billion dollars really that easy? How many freakin’ years did it take you to rake in this little cash?!”

Aliyah cursed and walked away. Alessa blinked rapidly as tears welled up in her eyes. Murmurs filled the hall as everyone started to talk about her. A few laughed while a few felt sorry for her. ‘She was a billionaire’s wife?’ ‘She doesn't look like one.’

It was only as Martin moved a bit that Louis could finally see who the figure was and as soon as he did, his heart jumped out of his chest. “Draco!” He exclaimed and lowered his head immediately. Seated before them was Mehdi King, dressed in a corporate suit with a cigar in his hand. His sharp jawline gave his features a frightening and dominating look, one that could make anyone writhe in fear. But, he always made sure to soften his features with a smile when he was faced with reporters and cameras. Mehdi King was an unmarried billionaire who was only thirty-two years of age. At such a young age, he not only controlled a quarter of the country’s wealth, he also controlled over a thousand me

My family, Pennelope and Jared, is worth it. I ran my hands on the prepared and ready to use weapons in the headquarters. I know I promised my wife that I will not hurt any innocent people and I also promised that no one will die. However, I cannot promise we won't be using guns because this is not just about who is much powerful and has better connections, this is about who is smarter, who has the best idea, and who does not have weakness. I used to be called a heartless billionaire. I used to play fire with women everytime I wanted to take some steam off my body. I did not care about their feelings. I did not care about other people's feelings. Not until Pennelope came into my life.

Soon, it would be gone completely. But she’d be back. She’d be back stronger than he could ever imagine. And when she was, he’d finally understand what regret truly meant. The plane touched down in Seattle as the sun rose over the mountains. Sophia stepped onto the tarmac, a small suitcase in one hand and a secret in her heart. But waiting for her at baggage claim was a man in a dark suit – one she’d never seen before, but whose eyes were fixed on her face. He pulled out his phone, typed a quick message, and looked up at her with a cold smile.

He’d been competing for investors with him till he disappeared some months before the business trip where Nathan had served me the divorce papers. Why was he here? He was a billionaire. He had his private jets. “Are you going to keep staring at me like that the entire flight?” He asked with a grin on his face. I scoffed and turned away. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Truth is I didn’t realize I had been staring at him for a while. Long enough to make him feel uncomfortable. I hated the man. I mean I didn’t really have a reason to but he was arrogant and that was enough reason.