To Make A Billionaire Regret Novels & Stories

I wrote a number with six zeros and ripped the page out, holding it between two fingers. "This is the only seat at the table you’re getting," I said. "One million dollars. You sign the divorce papers now—I have them in my bag, already drafted by my lawyers. You give me the certificate. And you move to a different city. If I see your face in L.A. again, if I even hear a whisper of my name from your mouth, the check bounces and I unleash Jake’s legal team on you. And believe me, they make the Vanguard Group look like a bunch of choirboys."

I glance at it absently, expecting to see a routine transaction. The number that greets me is so large I actually gasp out loud. Twenty million dollars. Transferred into my personal account just minutes ago. My hands shake as I reread the amount, certain this must be some kind of scam or error. Twenty million dollars? He's just given me more money than I could spend in ten lifetimes. The memo line was brief: "Seed money. Go build the life you actually want." I trace the words on the screen, my tears dripping onto the glass. Build a life without him? The thought feels like a knife to the heart.

As she stared at it, tears streamed down her cheeks and it wasn’t because she was hurt about anything, it was because she was actually feeling on top of the world. “It’s all really strange, Mr Ender. Just a few days ago, your company was suffering at a really great loss. Your shares were going missing and you had to sell a lot of things you had just so that you would not end up landing in jail but here you are, in the space of just a few days, you were able to pay back all your debts and even get back in the charts as the second most wealthy billionaire CEO. Rumor has it that your ideas have become top notch to the extent that you have come to reject many prospective investors because they a

Why would he do that to her? Voices outside made her still at what they said. “…did you hear Michael was found? He almost died again! That man has the nine lives of a cat,” a woman said, followed by the chuckles of the rest of them. “What's more, I heard he's the lost billionaire from the city, they thought he was dead, can you imagine how lucky he is?” Another chipped in what she mentioned, piquing Christine's attention. Michael was a billionaire? How was that possible? The mere thought of staying with Andrew, a mere millionaire's son, and leaving an actual billionaire didn't add up. She had to act and act fast and soon.

She couldn’t believe how naive she’d been. Now, Lilian’s mind flitted to her grandfather. Memories of him felt like warm beams in a cold room, but the ache of regret quickly followed. He had begged her, time and again, to visit him. She remembered the last call she’d missed—she was buying pastries for Chris, tending to his whims while her grandfather had slipped away. She took a steadying breath. She’d carry that sorrow forever, but her rebirth had come with a purpose: to protect her company, honor her grandfather’s legacy, and reclaim her identity.

I'm not sure why they paid me right away, but I helped Neil out by transferring that money straight into his account. I made a deal on one of my greatest secrets for $10,000. There are times when I believe money simplifies and eases our problems. To avoid having to deal with issues in my life, I would love to become a billionaire like Aron Finge in the future.

I was swept off my feet by his confidence and charming smile when he walked up to me at the bar that night. It was my birthday and I went to the bar with a few of my friends to celebrate over drinks. Alex said I had caught his attention and he wasn’t going to leave the table until I gave him my phone number. I was reluctant at first because I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I needed some time for myself but my friends pushed for me to give it to him. The times I spent with him were amazing but I always felt insecure most of the time because I was just an average person and he was a famous man with a net worth more than a billion dollars.

Let them think they’d won. The opponents should experience absolute freedom to celebrate their achievements. Because one day, I’d be back. Stronger than ever. When I dried my eyes a plan started developing in my thoughts. Although they stole my business and wealth and estate the fundamental part of myself remained untouched. Their mistake will be their largest failure. To be continued...

Leo looked away as he rolled his eyes. “Not exactly,” Brad said delicately. “You’re not a regular guy. You’re a billionaire, which is rare in the world. You don’t wear suits that cost less than two thousand dollars. You want everything perfect or there’s hell to pay. Granted, your more ambitious than most, but the difference is you’re more than willing to step on, burn, or castrate, cats, dogs, the elderly, and children to get what you want.” “Well . . . not children,” Blake mumbled. “That just proves that I’m –”

I became a millionaire at eighteen, after selling an app that helped people find cars in their price range, and by thirty I was a billionaire after developing longer-lasting consumer grade and cell phone batteries that are now sold basically everywhere. It comes with the territory. Being a billionaire-playboy-genius-inventor means you’re constantly having to stave off people trying to take what you’ve earned. And that’s fine. I can get down in the dirt with the best of them, but tonight, all I wanted was a decent, honest interview process for my new chef. Fuck me, right?