To Make A Billionaire Regret Novels & Stories

With no way to cover the bills myself, I had no choice but to call my boss, Mark. He fronted the money for my surgery and made sure I had a private room during recovery. The doctor urged me to rest until the bones healed, but silence was my only company. I spoke to no one until the day I was discharged. That was when Adrian finally walked in. His eyes widened slightly when he saw me. The weight loss, the gauntness I hardly recognized myself either. He stood by the bed, hands in his pockets, his expression sharp. “So this is your trick? To make me pity you?”

“He learned to disappear. That takes practice. And anger.” Grace watched him from the opposite side of the room. “Your father believed the payment would end it. He was wrong. A child who grows up knowing he was bought into silence does not forget.” I thought of the boy in the photograph turned face, the hand of Margaret Hale on his shoulder and tried to imagine the years that had followed. A mother who had accepted money and vanished. A father who had refused to claim him. A family name that had remained just out of reach. It was not difficult to see how that kind of wound could harden into something sharp enough to cut through locks and cameras.

“Signing with Geelq is a privilege. Actually, I was worried that you will cancel our appointment. I heard that one of the largest investors decided to sign with Geelq car. So, I thought you won’t go here in Singapore.” Eric forged a cough as he pulled his hand away. Secretary Byron looked at his boss and rolled his eyes. On their way to Singapore, Eric almost canceled his appointment and went back home. Although he really wanted to go back and see Jane and Eugene, he should be responsible for setting the meeting in Singapore. Billionaires and CEO’s have limits. Other people think that rich men can do what they want with just a flick of their fingers. But in reality, it isn’t. The more money

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”

It broke into different shades of defeat. And for the first time, I heard a billionaire beg.

“You look… grounded.” She took that as a compliment. “You look busy.” They sat. He talked first, as expected. Markets shifting. Alliances breaking. A system under strain. He spoke of collapse the way some people speak of weather, inevitable, impersonal, survivable if you’re prepared. “I’m building something new,” he said finally. “Smaller. Smarter. But it needs legitimacy. It needs you.” There it was. The old pitch, dressed in humility this time. Serena stirred her coffee, watching the milk bloom and disappear.

Ever since Alessa got back, she has been finding the best explanation for her sudden wealth. It didn't take their father six years to become a billionaire, he worked for over a decade and he also had generational wealth to make things easier so how the hell did Alessa go from having nothing to being a billionaire in six years? It's crazy! “I did what I had to do to survive,” she replied. “What… “ “Are you here to question me?” Alessa cut her off sternly. “Sorry,” she muttered and Alessa rolled her eyes before paying attention to her laptop.

“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.

That firm had, in its brief existence, invested heavily in a shipping startup founded by a very young, very ambitious Marcus Halloway. "They go back further than the debt purchase," Daniel said, spreading the printout across Alexander's desk the next morning. Exhaustion was etched into every line of his face. "Adrian and Halloway built their first fortunes together, years before either of them had any reason to care about you. Whatever's happening now isn't new. It's old." Alexander felt something cold settle in his chest. A slow, creeping understanding that the danger here ran deeper and older than a single bad business quarter.

“I think you’re just overthinking. Maybe he just wants to spend time with them before going back to New York. They have a life here and he just can’t ruin it and take them away.” Sophia had no idea the type of man Julian was. I sighed. “I wish it were what you thought.” “You’re their mom and he can’t just take them from you. Besides, he was the one who ruined your marriage and made you give up your old life.” “He’s a billionaire. He has the money and connections to do whatever he wants.” “It’s not always about money, Aria,” she tried to comfort me. Before I could speak, my phone started ringing. I ignored it because I already knew it was Julian.