Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines Novels & Stories

Regret washed over him. Lauren, who was standing behind Heidi and idly flapping her boarding pass, suddenly glanced back and said snidely, "Enviable, isn't it? She was born with a silver spoon, has good looks, is outstanding, and she has a powerful fiance. She's not like some people who scheme their way through life, only to end up working for someone else. "You'd think that they'd at least have an inspiring rags-to-riches story, but nope. They're just a total airhead! Some people really can't compare."

He thought to inform the others of his findings and he quickly did so before leaving his study. The dawn had broken but its luminous splendour was hidden from the spouse of the late billionaire. Regina had spent a whole week indoors without any physical communication with the world beyond her room. She had received a call from Leroy; he had found the lawyer who had prepared the documents Richard had shamed her with. But she had had enough of hiding. She refused to let herself get ruined by a single act of Richard. "I am Regina Price-Torres. Nobody intimidates the queen," she proclaimed and opened her window blinds, welcoming the sunshine on her face.

“Tomorrow, most likely. After the summit, we can use the First Lady’s name to invite him here.” Nicoletta had already planned everything. With her maneuvering, the Jonathan family would only rise higher. When Hector retired for the night, Nicoletta and Liliana left his quarters. As they returned to their own rooms, Liliana clung to her mother’s arm, her composure cracking once the door shut. “Mother, what should I do now? Caitlin is here in Regalis…” “Do as I say.” “But she’s so clever, I worry—” Nicoletta’s face hardened. “Remember who you are. You are the Jonathan family’s heiress, the number one socialite in this country. Why would you fear a woman like Caitlin?”

Otherwise, I was almost not even known by the workers so my word holds no value. The only person who could stop them was out of the country and that person was grandpa Howard. The lights of the theatre came on and I could feel the needle injected in me. I thought about the baby in my womb, “I'm sorry baby, I am such a useless mother, I couldn't even protect you”. If there is anything like a second chance, I promise myself never to fall in love so easily because right now, all I could feel was regret at loving the wrong man.

Regret surged within her like a rising tide, making her chest ache. Tears slid silently down her beautiful face. “Henry, goodbye.” Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. “If there is a next life... I will make you and Rose pay.” And this time, Margaret would never be foolish enough to love Henry again.

Just a strange, quiet stillness. I thought maybe her regret was real. Maybe she truly suffered. But so what? She and I were nothing to each other now. The thread had been cut. The bridge had been burned. The man she was crying over didn't exist anymore. I closed the browser, locked the phone and put it in my drawer. Then I went back to the workbench, where Callie was waiting with a crooked wooden bridge that kept falling over. "Mr. Clark, look! The bridge is going to fall!"

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

“You’ve really done it this time. That’s the son of Mrs. Hamilton, Capital City’s former richest woman!” Selena’s voice trembled. “Mrs. Hamilton… He’s her son?” Although she was no longer officially the wealthiest, anyone who knew the real story understood that the Hamiltons hadn’t fallen. She’d just stepped into the shadows to operate behind the scenes. Every major business in Capital City had her backing. Even the Jackson Group’s largest stakeholder, the Penguin Syndicate, had deep ties to her. “I worked so hard to get you this blind date,” Daisy said. “You should’ve made a good impression. But no, you insulted him and hit him! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Back at the Blackwell mansion. Leslie returned from the salon late in the afternoon. Her hair was perfect now. Shiny. Styled. Expensive looking. It made her feel like even more of a fraud. She stood in the entrance hall for a moment after the driver dropped her off, looking at herself in the large mirror by the door. The woman staring back at her had perfect hair and hollow eyes and a face that had learned to show nothing. She barely recognized her. Eight months ago she had been a waitress who laughed too loud and cried at commercials and called her mother every single day. Now she stood in a mansion that cost more than her entire neighborhood and felt less like a person than she ever had in

Kelissa exuded only a shuddering presence, and the makeup she wore in no way covered up the sinister, conceited and selfish persona many people knew her by. Her intellect? Greg and his animal concluded that the heiress should count herself lucky that her family’s money and reputation had always gotten her through without being laughed at or stepped on for her lack of common sense and understanding of simple concepts. Of course she was impressed with his contribution at the brainstorming session! She knew so little! And for someone who was dead certain that she was ‘the rightful Queen’, she exemplified ZERO nobility. Greg suddenly found himself muttering, “If Kylton became Queen, Goddess help