To Make A Billionaire Regret Novels & Stories

It suddenly made sense as to why Redmont couldn’t let things go. Millions of dollars are nothing to sneeze at even in today’s day and age, with billionaires running Wallstreet. The difference was that Redmont wouldn’t want to have it known that some nobody conned him out of seven million. He wanted to teach her and anyone who ever tried to fuck with him again a lesson.

She asked, her gaze focused on Vanessa. "My greatest Regret in life is Loving Someone who didn't care about me." She replied. "That's sad. How about you, Mr. Gonzalez?" "My Biggest regret in life is loosing a gold while searching for a Bronze." "Wow." The lady whispered. "We'll bring this interview to an end. Ms. Rodriguez, do you have an important Figure you wanna introduce?" She asked. "Yes." Vanessa nodded. "Who is the person?" "Mr Rodriguez from Spain." "You mean the Richest Man Business Man in Spain?" She asked for Confirmation.

My eyes go wide as that word sparks straight into my head and this forces me to groan. I do not understand this. I think to myself, glaring hard at the thin air with all the anger in my veins, why the hell is this person doing this? "And the second option, well, if you can’t do that, you can as well come to a location which I am going to send to you right now with a sum of 30 billion dollars. I know you are much more than capable of accomplishing that, but if you can’t, you can ask your darling husband, or should I say ex-husband Vincent, to assist you with that. You have about a day to accomplish and make your choice. If none of this happens, we will kill your son."

I conceded reluctantly. Anthony's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Did the great Alexander Knight admit he might be wrong? Quick, Lyla, mark the calendar." I flipped him off casually, but there was no real anger behind it. "Don't push your luck." "Seriously, though," Anthony continued. "Life's too short for regrets. Don't wake up ten years from now wishing you'd taken a chance. You've got to start somewhere. Baby steps for the emotionally stunted billionaire." "Fuck you," I laughed.

It didn't take long for that gaping hole to metamorphosize into depression, and keep me from leaving my bedroom in weeks. A call from my secretary jolted me back to reality when I realized that the empire I was building was on the verge of a collapse. I then channeled my hurt into building. I built so hard that I became a billionaire in two years. And I didn't stop. The hurt fueled me. I wanted to be better, better than all of the billionaires that she knew, better so she would come crawling back. Better so she finally saw just how much love I could show her.

I had stayed up until 4:00 AM correcting his spreadsheets, my eyes blurring until the numbers looked like ants. I didn't mind the sacrifices. I loved him. And tonight, as I looked at the shimmering gold-and-black banner that read FALCONE ENTERPRISES: THE BILLION-DOLLAR ASCENSION, I felt like we had both won. I pressed my hand against my stomach, a secret smile tugging at my lips. I hadn’t told him yet. I wanted to wait for the perfect moment, after the champagne, after the cheers to tell him that he wasn't just a billionaire now; he was going to be a father.

You either played the game, or you got ignored. I didn’t have to try as hard as most of them. My name alone did enough. But even then, I made sure there were no stories, no rumors, nothing messy tied to me. Image was everything, one wrong move and they would talk. They always did. Last year, Antony donated a hundred thousand dollars, and that alone had people whispering about his family going broke. That was how it worked, money did the speaking and if it didn’t speak loud enough, they spoke for you.

I began regretting every single thing I had done to my sweet Ariel. After five years of marriage Fiona came home with another man and asked me for a divorce, which I gladly gave her because I didn't want to spend a single moment more with her. I didn't want to even look at her, but because of the prenuptial agreement Fiona was entitled to half of my fortune and she took it, having it transferred to her account after the divorce. I remember that when Ariel and I got divorced she didn't take a single penny from me. I truly regret it all, but I cant express the guilt I feel to anyone except myself. How much I wish I could go back in time and make everything right, if it was possible I would hav

“I can’t keep calm Dinah. You come home with some talk about being the long lost daughter of a billionaire, and without even allowing me to assimilate and comprehend what you’ve just said, you’re already packing up. You are leaving me Dinah, you’re leaving us and…” “And what?” She asked, heaving slightly as she turned to face Tessa. “This is not fair at all. I’m happy for you, but are you sure that…” “If you’re happy for me, then you would be assisting me not shouting at me. Oh goodness! What do you even expect me to do or say? You want me to believe that my newfound fortune is not true, and now I know the kind of person you are. You of all people know how bad I’ve been having it these past

"You are a wealthy man. I'm sure you have enough money and connections to find another surgeon. I suggest you use them, because not all the money in the world is enough to make me operate on your daughter." His jaw tightened, the anger in his eyes burned even brighter. "I will make sure you lose your medical license because of this," he said through clenched teeth. "You will never practice medicine again. I will destroy your career." I smiled, it was the smile of someone who no longer feared him. "Even if I never perform another surgery for the rest of my life, I'll be just fine," I said. "I have enough wealth to support generations after me. I own research laboratories in different parts of