The Billionaire's Regret Symplyayisha Novels & Stories

“I'm going to make sure you pay for this, Celia, you and him. You are not getting away with this one. Not this time,” “Oh, seems the little bird has grown some wings,” Celia turned to look at me. “I'll get rid of the baby Landon but know this, on the day you think you are the most comfortable, I'll be right there to pull the rig from under your leg,” I spat at him. “Good-bye.” I said before walking out the office. I only allowed myself to cry once I was finally in my car.

’ It was Abhay who came back from morning walk and found a small figure standing playing with her dupatta. ‘Wo wo .. I .. baby .. hungry.’ She stammered and looked down. Abhay felt sad seeing his daughter stammering in front of him. ‘That’s great, my grandchild his hungry. Tell me what he wants to eat.’ Siya looked at the man, who is none other than Abhimanyu Singh Raizada India’s richest man, and one of the top 10 rich men in the world. ‘Sweetpea what do you guys want?’ Again he mentioned about her baby. She came out of trance and replied.

ONE of them asked. The billionaire did not even bother to answer. His henchmen took his silence for consent, and one of them pulled out their weapon. “I am not Alexander!” my voice rang louder than I thought it would, and real fear hit at the pit of my stomach as the chair turned around and I finally found myself face to face with the most ruthless billionaire in the entire country. I shut my eyes, believing that my punishment would be worse if I dared to look at him. “What joke is this Justin? Why do you bring me a fucking woman in place of Alexander?”

Rayan’s jealousy was showing on his face but what shocked me was the genuine pride in Sarah’s eyes. The girl did have some problem. She definitely needed a psychiatrist. “I am honored, Mr. Deluca that you think so highly of me but …” I paused and rolled my lips between my teeth, “It’s better if I give the chance to someone else. Just to bring it to your record that…” I straightaway met his gaze, “I am already a millionaire.” There was utter shock on Justin’s face. He was not expecting me to say it out loud like this.

whispers upon whispers grace her lips. THUD! Santiago, too, falls to his knees! Mr. Santiago, the previous wealthiest man in Virginia, on his knees before a mere excavator operator! That is the initial youngest billionaire in Virginia and her dad, the initial wealthiest man, are on their knees before a mere excavator operator! It is such a shocking sight to behold! If there were pepperonis and passersby nearby, this would have made the rounds on the internet, streets, and news stations for several weeks!

That is when I found out that I'm already three weeks pregnant with his child. I still remember the night when I asked him if he ever felt any love for me. Instead of answering my questions, he kissed me. I thought we made love, but I guess it didn't mean anything to him. Now that I think about it, maybe he only wanted to have one last taste before he moved on with another girl. What an *sshole. I can't believe I think of him so highly. A man like him, powerful and wealthy, respected and feared will regret that he ever crossed a woman like me. I'll make sure that he finds his downfall after I face mine.

Duh! He looked at it and gave a small smile as the reply. "Fine let me ask this Rising Billionaire some questions. Shall I?" I smiled back. "Go ahead." "So starting with the first question. What has brought you till here?" I rubbed my hands now expecting him to tell some stupid motivational things like hardwork and stuff but his answer brought me more and more questions inside me. "Betrayal...... Betrayal have brought me to who I am today Esha. Betrayal, Disaapointed, Back stabbing and what not." he says deeply thinking about something.

Caleb roared suddenly, slamming his hand against the leather armrest. The violence of his reaction caught me completely off guard. I froze, staring at him as he ran both hands through his hair, dragging them down his face in sheer agony. "I was twenty-four, Scarlett," Caleb said, his voice dropping to a harsh, desperate whisper. "My father’s business didn't just fail—he left behind millions in debt to dangerous, powerful people who didn't care about legal boundaries. When he died, those debts fell directly onto my shoulders." My breath caught in my throat. My heart stuttered a beat. *His father’s debts?*

One month ago, when Natasha returned to the city of New York, she reconnected with her high school friend, Bianca, who happened to be Flora's assistant at the Davis Design Hub. And when her wedding approached, Bianca referred her to Flora, who could give her the best portrait she could ever desire. "You ruined my wedding with your referral. You must pay for this damage, Bianca." For one week, Natasha couldn't expose herself to the public. She stayed indoors and mourned the shame that the so-called richest billionaire had brought on her. Her wedding news was all over the internet with different captions that make her heart ache anytime she comes across them. She picked her phone up; her hands