To Make A Billionaire Regret Novels & Stories

"Our world sometimes feels so small." "I swear, that's all there is." I shifted my gaze as I contemplated. The world, the industry, sometimes feels like a cage when surrounded by people with wealth and power. Everyone gets desperate when they're trapped. But once you set them free, they start wanting it all. They said money can solve everything, but it's never enough. I wouldn't deny my desire to have it all. But there were still lines I wouldn't cross and things I wouldn't take. I was fortunate that my parents weren't power-hungry or greedy. My parents loved their careers, and I knew they did everything to protect and grow what they loved. But never at our expense.

It was mine in a way that ten thousand square feet of glass and marble had never managed to be. I had savings. Not much, by Knight standards — a fraction of what Damien made in a bad quarter — but it was mine, accumulated quietly over three years of a joint account I'd never fully trusted, moved a little at a time into something with only my name on it. I told myself it was practical. I know now it was instinct. Some part of me had been preparing for this exit long before I let myself admit I was building one. I registered the business on a Tuesday. Bennett Interiors. I sat in a coffee shop with my laptop and my sketchbook, the one with the coffee ring on the cover, and I filled out the form

“It’s better to keep things clear even between friends. I mean, I invested a lot of time and effort into vetting and bonding with these guys.” I pouted as if my feelings were hurt. “If you believe I’m asking for too much, let’s just forget the whole thing. I’d hate for money to come between us.” “No, it’s not that. A million dollars is a lot of money. Where on earth am I going to find that kind of money?” Before Cassie could get another word out, the bullet chat jumped in with advice. [Don’t be silly, girl! It’s just a million. Sell your property, and you’re good. You’re going to regret it if you let those billionaires slip through your fingers!]

--- Flashback – One Month Ago "Elena, you’re marrying Alexander Drake." I stared at my father across his mahogany desk, the heavy scent of cigar smoke hanging in the air. "What?” He stayed calm, unfazed. "This marriage will finally put an end to the long-standing feud between the Morettis and the Drakes. It’ll bring our reputations together, strengthen our business ties, and draw in new investors. It’s the perfect solution." I shook my head, feeling a wave of disbelief wash over me. "You can’t be serious. Alexander Drake can’t stand us."

he said and burst into a radical laugh. Every other person smiled except Eva who was busy fighting me with her quarrelsome stare. But Eva wasn’t my problem now. My problem was how it all happened suddenly. I had come to borrow the half a million dollars needed to commence treatment on my mother and not to be given as wife to any son. I am losing it now. These billionaires could be so annoying. They felt everything was answerable to them and, because they were wealthy and influential, nothing was impossible for them to achieve.

Running his hands through his hair, he pulled on the strands, letting out a litany of curses. He'd lost her. He'd lost his chance to have a complete and happy family. It didn't matter what he said, Emilia wasn't going to forgive him. And if Zander thought that he'd made his mother angry, then he would lose his son too. Out there, the world knew him as Max Carter. A billionaire renowned for taking risks and succeeding in every venture. What they didn't know was that in real life, he was a failure. He failed to keep his family together even after being given a second chance. What, then, was the use of having so much money if it couldn't fix his problems?

I muttered. “Strategist,” he corrected. Later, as a random series played in the background, I turned to him. “I saw the company’s stock rose ten percent already.” He let out a long sigh. “Billionaires are twisted people. The moment they think something scandalous is happening, they start throwing money like it’s a sport.” I chuckled. “So you’re saying chaos is profitable?” “Apparently. I just hope it stabilizes soon so I can stop lying to my parents.”

“Man, he almost killed that guy.” “That dude’s insane...” “He’s a billionaire. Nothing’s gonna happen to him.” “I wish I were that guy... I’d come out rich with the settlement.” “These videos are going to blow up on my channel... I’m making serious money off this!”

I discovered that I can predict what will happen, what has happened, and what is happening in another part of the world. Because of hate, I used all those powers to steal the trade secrets of all business tycoons in the world, and I became one of the youngest billionaires of the country. I became Mr. Timber of social media. Yes, because I need to trick the people from thinking differently about me, and my riches.

Chapter Forty One Nina “How do I become a billionaire overnight?” I input the words into the browser on my mother's phone and a lot of inspirational and motivational quotes about patience , reading books and working hard in school. Dude, it’s like the internet doesn’t know how desperate I am right now and I thought it had solutions or atleast answers to everything?