The Billionaire's Regret Symplyayisha Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I absolutely did not.” “Liar.” “I merely…calculated incorrectly.” She burst into laughter. “There it is.” “What?” “Your billionaire ego.” “My ego is perfectly reasonable.” She folded her arms dramatically. “The man who controls multinational companies can’t throw a ring?” “I was distracted.” “By what?” “You.” Her cheeks flushed. “You flirt shamelessly.” “Only with one woman.” She looked away, smiling. Sometimes, Daniel realized, happiness wasn’t loud. It wasn’t private jets. Or luxury hotels.

“Because she gives me bread that isn’t sad.” Salma touched her own chest. “I feel appreciated.” “This is Uncle Javier.” A man in a suit with a slanted eyebrow. Poppy added a dollar bill and one angry symbol beside him. “Because he’s rich and likes pinching cheeks.” Javier sighed. “My legacy is ruined.” I sat in the armchair, arms folded, trying to breathe normally like a woman who had no idea her life was being forcibly stitched into something misshapen. Then Poppy stopped.

Aria's POV "Ms. Bennett? This is Priya Anand, I write for the Style section — do you have a comment on the piece running tomorrow?" I stood in my kitchen with the phone against my ear and Elias on my hip, and something in my stomach dropped before she'd even said what the piece was about. "What piece." "About your business funding. There's a source alleging Bennett Interiors was built on undisclosed money from your ex-husband, and that you've misrepresented your client contracts as a result. I wanted to give you the chance to respond before we go to print."

The silence felt alive, breathing, whispering. “Damn you, Sylvia,” I muttered under my breath, anger simmering in my chest. Her name alone left a bitter taste in my mouth. Everything that was happening, all the chaos, the accusations, the collapse of everything my family had built, it all led back to her. Sylvia Grant. The so-called PR tycoon with a smile sharp enough to slice through reputation and ruin in a single stroke. By the time I reached the end of the tunnel, my suit was streaked with dirt and cobwebs clung to my shoulders. My shoes were caked with mud. Under any other circumstance, I might have laughed at how ridiculous I looked. But there was no humor left in me tonight.

said Bina with a nervous smile and regretful tone . " Albert , take her away . Don't bother my ears anymore ! " said madam Dahlia . " As you wish , madam . " said butler Albert and ordered the two bodyguards who were following them from behind to take her out . Bina continued to beg for forgiveness but it was useless . After the two bodyguards dragged Bina out , her parents were fully convinced of her powerful identity . " She really is........a billionaire . " said Nikole worried . " Mom , what's a billionaire ? " asked Alex looking at madam Dahlia confussed .

Shaisha asked, holding her head, with a confused face. Ashley tried to remember something and said, "Oh about that, I forgot to ask your father about that billionaire's age, haha." She said with a small laugh. And added, "Oh honey age doesn't matter if he's a billionaire you know? Like if he's old he will die soon and if he dies soon then you will get all the property, and we will be super rich… So you see, marrying an old hag is not a bad thing at all!" "MOM, ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? Shaisha shouted with disbelief in her eyes.

I felt as if I was relieving my horrible past again as the memories which I wanted to forget were all coming back despite me smoking weed to forget. With anger at Ricky for causing this, as I turned to glare at him, I saw him stare back at me. "I know who you are, Nathan Curtis Silverman The billionaire." "So what? Have you been researching me like some kind of cop? I hope you found what you’re looking for as I'm no longer a billionaire. I DON'T have bloody money to give you!" I said shouting at him in anger for daring to look into my past without my consent.

Even though we didn’t for a long time, I have adjusted so fast. “It’s weird knowing that Greta and I are no longer poor or will have to worry about money ever again. We can pour some funds into the island and make it somewhere amazing for everyone. It has so much potential as a tourist trap” Even without OLO, without Jyeon and taking nothing from our marriage, my accounts have been reinstated, and I’m once again a billionaire in my own right. Thanks to my parents. When I got the confirmation, I first transferred a sizable chunk to Greta, who hasn’t even noticed yet. She has no idea she is no longer one of the countries non-wealthy.

I was yet speaking when Fanny interjected, “May I know what you do for a living, dear? He demanded still holding unto the credit card. At the time his mouth that had curved into a smile had given way for his hardened expression. That question spiked my heart in such a trice that I wondered from where came the sweat that trickled from my armpit. Was I ruffled or what? I exhaled fearfully once I gazed upon his sullen countenance. “I am a poor vegetable seller,” I replied coldly and bowed my head in shame. “Poor vegetable seller”, he retorted with a grotty scowl hanging on his face, “How do you intend to pay back half a million dollars by selling cheap, dirty vegetables, uh?” Those words by the

Chapter Seventy—Retribution He needed a deep shave, from the stubble which had magically appeared on his jawline. He staggered towards the bar area and grabbed another bottle of brandy, the empty one already discarded with shards of glass all over the floor. The once ever indomitable Justin Santiago, CEO of SAN limited and the first under thirty year old to make it to the Forbes billionaire’s list, now a depressed and heartbroken loser.