To Make A Billionaire Regret Novels & Stories

POLLEN'S POV “You will give me a billion dollars if I stick to the rules and birth the baby?” I screamed, holding my mouth at the huge amount I just mentioned. “What? Not enough?” He asked. “Be a good girl, and I'll make it a billionaire and half” He added. Be a good girl? Dear God, how did such a reckless fool amassed so much wealth? “What the hell are you talking about? How can you carelessly throw money around when thousands of people are suffering out there?”

I said, and he sighed and resigned. “What a bitch, holy shit,” he commented. I glanced at Annie, thankful that she still had her headphones on, and so I couldn't hear the amount of swearing coming out of her father's mouth. “But tell me. What harm would it do to you if you gave up all your fortune to her?” I tried asking. I mean, of course, I had thought about that. Likewise, I understood that he was a billionaire, and the money didn't just come from him, but from his family too, and that whole story, but if he lost everything, he wouldn't be so bad; at least he would become an ordinary man who would have to work to support himself like anyone else. He had a reference and was an excellent pr

Maria said, her tone dismissive and final. "I am sorry, daughter, you can't do that," Mr. Lefevre replied, his voice firm but gentle. "Alejandro has also contributed to the growth of the company. Remember I told you the company was on the edge of bankruptcy the last time? He was the one who saved us. He's one of our biggest shareholders." Maria's frustration grew, her mind racing for a solution. "What if I buy all his shares? Can't you still let him go?" she demanded, her voice laced with desperation.

It was only as Martin moved a bit that Louis could finally see who the figure was and as soon as he did, his heart jumped out of his chest. “Draco!” He exclaimed and lowered his head immediately. Seated before them was Mehdi King, dressed in a corporate suit with a cigar in his hand. His sharp jawline gave his features a frightening and dominating look, one that could make anyone writhe in fear. But, he always made sure to soften his features with a smile when he was faced with reporters and cameras. Mehdi King was an unmarried billionaire who was only thirty-two years of age. At such a young age, he not only controlled a quarter of the country’s wealth, he also controlled over a thousand me

“But I need to get that riches and power too so I can't be seen as weak as always” Daniel nodded in agreement. "I understand, Elena. We'll need to build your empire from the ground up. We'll start by making smart investments, building connections, and gathering resources. We'll make you a force to be reckoned with, someone who can't be ignored or underestimated." I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities. "I want to start with real estate. I want to buy properties, build buildings, and create a business empire that will make me rich and powerful."

“And I said yes because I was twenty-four and stupid and in love with a boy who never even learned my name in college. I thought if I just loved you hard enough, you’d wake up one day and see me.” Tears threatened to drop but I blinked them away, determined not to cry in front of him again. “But you never even tried to see me or even try to be nice to me, Sean. Not once.” “My lawyers will contact you tomorrow. You’ll have a house and some money.” He is such a heartless bastard.

Someone then shouted that this was not a dream. It was a miracle! Meanwhile, the Middle East billionaire who had decided to give up at the last moment burst into regretful tears. He held his chest tightly and kept slapping himself, choking and chiding to himself, “You’re such a stingy man! Why are you so stingy?! What’s the point of keeping your money? What’s the use of it? You can’t even take it with you when you die!” Then, he covered his face with both hands and sobbed ugly tears.

Bishop mumbled softly. I didn't flinch, I only stared at the bundle on my lap, admiring the cleanliness of the new currency. This is exactly what I'm talking about. I want to start making cool cash like these, throwing bundles wherever I go, but I can only achieve that through one-way—and that's to work at Wet Nights. I knew one-day I was going to be a billionaire and here comes the opportunity. At this point, I won't disagree with anyone who calls me an obsessed or desperate freak, I really don't care.

The gesture he made made me feel like he was losing his patience. "You could lose everything for this. You could lose the people, the company, the investors, your family, and even the inheritance because of a wrong choice. You could lose everything for just one insignificant woman. You could lose all that you've ever worked for...because of a woman who never hesitated to leave you." Grandpa's words hurt like boiling water against the skin. I couldn't imagine my life without the massive assets I had acquired. I couldn't imagine the title of the youngest billionaire being pulled out when introducing my name.

“She turned into a billionaire child immediately.” Salma shifted on the lounger, pushed her sunglasses higher on her nose, then opened gossip on her iPad. She had already moved from the dining chair to the daybed beside the terrace, half sunbathing with her legs crossed, her blue kaftan falling around her as if she had been born to judge the world from beneath expensive shade. “Immediately?” she said. “That child has been asking for her strawberries cut according to emotional shapes since birth.” “That’s your fault. You indulge her too much.”