Regret Novels

When the mall ceiling collapsed, I was pinned under a massive concrete slab, my leg crushed. My husband of three years didn't even glance at me. He ran right past my bloody, outstretched hand to carry his mistress to safety. I barely survived. But when I woke up in the hospital, covered in bruises, he wasn't there to comfort me. Instead, his chief of surgery walked in with a consent form my husband had already signed on my behalf. His mistress had faked acute kidney failure, and my husband ordered them to harvest my kidney to save her. "You owe her this." He snarled at me, fully believing her lie that I had pushed her into the rubble. I had almost died under the concrete calling his name, yet he wanted to strip me for parts just to appease her. Looking at his disgusted face and her smug smile, the three years of quiet, desperate love I had for this man completely turned to ash. I didn't cry or beg. I grabbed her and ripped open her hospital gown, exposing her flawless, unmarred stomach to the entire ward. Then, I dropped my three-carat wedding ring at his feet. "I want a divorce." This time, I was going to build an empire of my own, and I would make him regret ever throwing me away.

PROLOGUE "Today is our fourth anniversary. Then...Then... Are you just playing with me? Tell me, Jai. Do you really love me?" I asked him while I was crying. It feels like my chest is being stabbed with a sharp blade and it seems non-stop, so I feel more pain in my heart. "I love you, Miamor. I love you, so much, baby..." "But you can leave me just like that and marry your best friend?! Or are you just lying? That you don't really love me and that Jillian is exactly who you want to be with and not me!" I screamed and my tears started falling down my cheeks. My chest is just getting tighter and it seems I'm having trouble breathing again. Feels like a big hand is squeezing my heart. "I love you, Miamor but I want to help Jillian. She needs--" "You don't love me, Jai! I never felt that love! You give it to others and not to me! So, you can hurt me like this! You are only doing this because of your best friend! So, that you and Jillian can be free!" I said, it's roaring. He just shook his head at me and I could see tears also falling from his eyes and he even bit his lower lip. His fist was tight so his veins came out there. "I'm sorry..." What he said made me even more sad. Four years. We've been in a relationship for 4 years and I admit to myself, I never felt the love he says. Cause he always thinks of Jillian. I knew that girl had a space in his heart, because otherwise... If he really loves me he will choose me, and he will leave Jillian, not me... "I regret giving myself to you. I regret knowing you and wasting my time just to love you. What a coward you are!" "Senator Ferrara?" It seems like I woke up from a deep slumber of my past when I heard my secretary's voice and a faint shaking on my shoulder. I sat down and fixed my glasses. I was still breathing before I turned my back on her. "Are we here yet?" I asked, no emotion and she just nodded at me. We just got back from Manila because I had an urgent meeting in Singapore with Dad but he came back here earlier. The door on my side opened and I unbuckled my seatbelt and slowly got out of the car. As usual, we are visiting the patients who were victims of the fire last week. Well, it's in my heart to help my fellow Filipino, but the citizens won't believe because they will say that we are just showing off. Who wouldn't, if you're in the world of politics? De Cervantes Hospital, I know the owner of this hospital. A close friend. I shrugged when I remembered my referring friend. I have five bodyguards with me and my secretary Red Michigan. Others bring relief goods. The ward of the fire victims is on the second floor so, we took the elevator. I took off my glasses and gave this to my secretary. The elevator opened, a sign that we are already on the second floor. I was about ready to go out when I saw a doctor standing across from me. It's like he's waiting for the elevator to open too. The guy is tall and has a big body. He is slightly bent over while reading what is on the paper he is holding right now. One hand was stuck in his pants pocket. He was wearing glasses too. But his build is familiar to me. I just don't know why my heart reacted so fast. I got out of the elevator completely and accidentally broke his shoulder. "Damn it," I heard him curse and my eyebrows just rose up. I rolled my eyes. For the second time around, I got pulled over again when I stepped on something. I took it and checked the ID. Only to make my heart beat faster when I read the name of the owner. Dr. Jaickel San Amero. Neurologist Doctor. I faced him, "This is yours?" I asked him with no emotion written on my face. He stopped and looked at me. I can't see him in shock because he has no emotion either. I stepped closer to him and he didn't even avoid my gaze. I don't know if he recognizes me yet or not. "You drop this, Dr. American," I casually said and handed him his ID. He quickly snatched it from me without interrupting staring at me. No word I turned my back on him then walked straight on. After so fucking years... Our paths crossed again, Jai. What a luck. I'm Miamor Ferrara, I'm Senator and medicine inventor. That man is my ex-boyfriend. The world is really small for us. I smirked

I was supposed to be his fated mate. Instead, I became the wife he never wanted. For six months, I watched my Alpha husband fall for my twin sister while I played the perfect, invisible Luna. Then he handed me divorce papers and expected me to disappear quietly. But I'm done being the good girl. I'm done being second choice. He wants his freedom? He'll have to earn it. And by the time our three months are up, he's going to regret ever thinking he could just throw me away.

I, Seren Ashwyn, was Alpha Caius's obedient fiancée--until my sister ran away on the night of his Luna coronation. He locked silver chains around my limbs, wrapped his hand around my throat, and roared before the entire pack: "I, Caius Blackstone, reject you as my mate!" For two years, he whispered like a curse: "You will never escape me, Seren." But at his grand enthronement, the wolf inside me--silent for twenty years--finally woke. Not for Caius. For him. Alpha Thorne Calderis. The ruthless Mad King watching from the VIP gallery. In one breathless moment, Thorne flipped his table, tore through Caius's guards, and dragged me into his burning arms. His fangs sank into my neck, branding me with his mark. He looked straight at Caius and growled: "She is mine. Who dares touch her?" I watched Caius's eyes turn red with jealousy and regret. Then Thorne carried me away. But freedom is a lie. Thorne didn't take me out of love--he took me as a punishment for a betrayal I didn't commit. Will it already be too late to claim the Luna he destroyed?

Cassidy gave Franklyn her all. She built her whole life around him for five long years. She thought all was well until she heard the news of his engagement to someone else. In spite of the heartbreak, Cassidy chose to leave in secret. She was done loving someone who clearly didn't love her back. She started a new life somewhere else. Little did she know that the aloof and distant CEO would search for her everywhere. When their paths crossed again, she looked a hundred times more beautiful and had another man by her side. Her smile was also brighter than it was in the past. Franklyn almost sank to his knees as regret flooded his heart. He said sincerely, "I have been searching everywhere for you. I miss you a lot. Please come back to me. I promise to treat you right. I can give you anything you want. Cass, I can't live without you." Cassidy laughed out loud. She then looked at him with a disdainful smirk. "If you can't live without me, how come you are still alive? You know what? I don't want to have anything to do with you ever again. Get lost!" Franklyn's heart broke into smithereens. When he saw her glaring at him, he covered her eyes and said in a choked voice, "Please don't look at me like that, Cass. It breaks my heart. Something tells me you still love me." "How delusional!" Cassidy commented and slapped his hand away. She stared at him with complicated emotions in her eyes. Want to find out what the future holds for Cassidy and Franklyn and how they would surmount the hurdles that stood in the way of their love? Well, read this book!

I was forced to sign my life away to Jaxson Wilson, a ruthless Wall Street predator, just to save my family's failing company. But the moment the ink dried on our marriage certificate, my family showed their true colors. My cousin tried to physically attack me out of pure jealousy, and my grandfather weaponized my dead parents' tragic accident just to ensure my absolute obedience. Suffering a severe panic attack, I packed my bags and fled the toxic estate. I expected to be tossed into a cold, empty penthouse by my new billionaire husband. After all, this was just a corporate merger, and I was nothing but a tool to stabilize his stock. Yet, everything Jaxson did completely shattered my expectations. He didn't neglect me. He personally designed a breathtaking mansion tailored to my habits. When I cooked cheap pasta in the middle of the night, the billionaire CEO rolled up his sleeves to wash my dishes. When a speeding truck nearly hit me, he risked his own life to pull me back, his eyes dark with a terrifying, raw panic. I couldn't understand it. Why was this cold, untouchable man treating a fake, transactional wife with such intense, suffocating protection? "It doesn't matter if my family likes you. You married me. Not them." Looking at the multi-million dollar diamonds he had just fastened around my neck, my fear finally evaporated. If my family wanted to throw me to the wolves, I would gladly become the alpha's wife and make them regret it.

After three years of being billionaire Dorr Randall's hidden lover, Bailey was dismissed with a seven-figure check. He coldly announced he was marrying an "old friend" for a family alliance, fully expecting her to break down and beg. Instead, Bailey calmly pocketed the money, signed the separation papers, and walked out of his penthouse without looking back. Seeking temporary refuge, she returned to her estranged, abusive family's estate, only to be struck by a cruel twist of fate. The prestigious fiancé her stepmother and stepsister were so desperately fawning over was none other than Dorr. Her stepmother looked at her with pure disgust, treating her like a stray dog. "Don't you dare bring your bad luck and disgrace into this house while he's here." At the family dinner, Bailey wore a flawless mask of indifference, politely greeting the completely stunned Dorr as her future brother-in-law. But instead of keeping his distance, Dorr lost his mind, stalking her through the city and cornering her in a fit of insane, possessive jealousy. When he impulsively canceled the wedding, her stepfamily viciously blamed Bailey, cursing her as a jealous homewrecker and throwing her out. Exhausted by their endless cruelty and Dorr's suffocating hypocrisy, Bailey decided she was done being their punching bag. She accepted a life-changing offer from the one person who could crush them all: Dorr's formidable grandmother. At the city's grandest charity gala, Bailey stepped into the dazzling spotlight as the Matriarch's official protégée and the sudden heir to half of their billionaire trust. Looking down at her stepfamily's terrified faces and Dorr's horrified eyes, she finally smiled.

A king has three Children , Adebimpe, Adebayo and Adetola. Adetola and Adebimpe are despise by their father because they are girls while he cherish Adebayo who is boy and the heir apparent to the throne. Adebimpe was forced to go against her own will because she want to win her father's trust. Adebayo the heir apparent to the throne who brought calamity upon his kingdom on his wedding day. Adetola who has always dreamt of being a medical doctor and also marry into a whiteman royal family. Did the king ever regret not loving his daughters? and what became of the prince who brought Calamity to his kingdom on his wedding day?

Kimberly was broken when she was rapped by the same man whom she has started developing feelings for, and just when she tried to move on with her life, she realizes she is pregnant for the man who had rapped her, a man whom she knew nothing about and have not seen again after the night she was rapped... Kyle lived in regret after the night he had rapped the true love of his life... will he ever get the chance to tell her the truth about what really happened that night when he meets her again or will he continue to reap the consequence of his action... ...Will Kimberly and her children be able to overcome the sudden twist in their lives, as their lives become intertwined with that of the high and classy Greenwood’s family?

Chloe Montgomery was supposed to marry Devon Hale, the man who faithfully stood by her when vicious rumors ruined her reputation five years ago. But while trying on wedding gowns, she overheard a conversation through a cracked door that shattered her world. "Paid the guy to spread those rumors, tank her reputation. Made her look like damaged goods no one else would touch." Devon was the one who destroyed her. Worse, he was only marrying her now to drain her trust fund to save his company, while secretly having an affair with her sister, Olivia. When Chloe confronted her family, her mother slapped her across the face and kicked her out. Days later, Olivia taunted Chloe with the truth, then deliberately threw herself into the freezing Hudson River, dragging Chloe down with her. Devon dove into the icy water without a second thought. But he swam straight past Chloe, hauling her fake-sobbing sister to safety and leaving Chloe to drown in the black depths. As her lungs burned and the darkness closed in, a soul-crushing despair washed over her. How could five years of supposed adoration be a calculated lie? Why did her own blood hate her enough to watch her die? But she didn't die. Pulled from the abyss by a Wall Street titan who publicly exposed their lie, the last shred of Chloe's fragile heart turned to steel. She went home, threw her diamond ring into the garbage disposal, and prepared to burn Devon's life to the ground.

I sacrificed five years of my freedom to save my husband' s billion-dollar empire. I walked out of prison expecting gratitude, but instead, I found his assistant wearing my life like a second skin. And when his company faced a new crisis, he didn't look to me for support-he looked at me as the prime suspect. Jasper thought a luxury suite at The Plaza could erase five years of silence. He claimed he was "protecting" me, while Candice, the woman who orchestrated my fall, blocked my letters and managed his heart. But the moment his laptop was wiped, his mask of devotion crumbled. He accused me of sabotage instantly, blind to the real enemy standing right beside him. I didn't argue. I just walked away. He screamed that I' d be destitute without him, that I was throwing my life away for a "nobody." Instead, I found Cohen, the inmate who had protected me inside when Jasper abandoned me. Months later, Jasper called, sobbing. He' d finally found the security footage proving Candice' s guilt. "I'll wire you ten million dollars," he begged, his voice breaking. "I'll even give Cohen a construction job. Just come home." I looked at Cohen, who was gently painting a crib for our unborn child in our warm, safe home. "Keep your money, Jasper," I said. "We're already taken care of."

Olivia Hayes, an ambitious tech queen, was soaring, immersed in her glitzy wedding plans with COO Marcus Thorne. Unseen, her young ward, Ethan, battled a terminal leukemia diagnosis, his quiet love for Olivia his only anchor. Desperate, Ethan revealed his illness and a radical last hope: experimental cryopreservation. But Olivia, consumed by her own world and Marcus' s insidious influence, shockingly dismissed his desperate plea as a manipulative stunt. Fueled by Marcus' s lies and a rigged medical report, Olivia publicly shamed Ethan for "faking" his death sentence. Heartbroken, Ethan vanished silently on her wedding day, his legal status brutally terminated, leaving a void Olivia initially chose to ignore. Then, the horrifying truth: Ethan wasn't faking. He was dying, and Marcus had betrayed them both. Olivia was left reeling, consumed by a crushing guilt for her monumental blindness, her dismissal of his genuine love, and the unimaginable suffering she inflicted. How could she have allowed herself to be so tragically misled? In a furious storm of regret and a dawning, fierce love, Olivia vowed revenge and redemption. She decimated Marcus' s empire, poured her vast fortune into bringing Ethan back, and made the ultimate vow: to enter cryosleep herself, joining him across time, ensuring he would never awaken alone again.

It was our seventh wedding anniversary. Seven cars, seven apologies, one for each endless week she spent with him. My wife, Olivia, hummed, zipping up a suitcase clearly packed for Julian. "Don't forget to check out the new car, Ethan. It's a beauty," she said, her usual dismissive, cool kiss brushing my cheek. But this year was different. Julian called, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. He explained Olivia had cut their trip short because he was "unwell." Then, he flashed his phone at me: Olivia, sun-kissed and laughing, vigorously rubbing sunscreen onto his bare back on a yacht. The date stamp on the photo? The exact day I was in the hospital with a stab wound and a concussion, after waiting hours for her to call. She was unreachable, I now knew, because she was with him. Every shiny apology car, every yearly 'trip' she took, suddenly felt like a cruel, calculated mockery. I wasn't her husband. I was her conveniently understanding placeholder. A gilded cage, built around my dreams of freedom. Yet, this time, there was no sting, no usual pain, just a flat, dull line. Three months ago, I' d booked a one-way ticket to Austin. Divorce papers lay signed on the dining table, waiting for her. My new life began the second her Uber pulled away.

"You're such a rogue how could you do this to me! I'll regret the day I ever married you !" She screamed. His smirk never left his face. "You married a Playboy sweetheart " He spoke coldly. Kathleen had always wanted a perfect relationship, she ran away from her abusive relationship only to get married to a mysterious man the same day. Will this stranger treat her any better than her ex? It turned out she got married to a playboy who wasn't ready to be chained down by marriage!

Betrayal, fear, and confusion clouded her thoughts as she faced the harsh reality of her existence. The daughter of the Shadow Weaver's ruthless leader, she had been molded into a weapon, a puppet dancing on her father's strings. Yet, beneath the facade of loyalty, her soul yearned for something more, something real. Trapped in enemy territory, she found an unexpected solace in the arms of Christian Darwin, the Royal Beta of the Red Moon pack. His eyes, like twin galaxies, held a promise of protection and understanding. "You need to trust me," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her wounded spirit. "I will take away your pain. I will make them pay for what they've done to you. They'll regret every moment of it." His words hung in the air, laden with a fierce determination that resonated with Mia's shattered soul. As he opened his arms, a silent plea for her to find refuge in his embrace, she hesitated for a moment, her teary eyes searching his face for sincerity. In that fragile moment, she made a choice – to let go of the chains that bound her and to embrace the warmth of his presence. With a rush of raw, unfiltered emotion, she threw herself into his arms, seeking solace in the midst of chaos. What happens when secrets are revealed and she finds out that her life has been nothing but a series of lies? What happens when the truth unfolds and she finds out that the only person she was ever devoted to, was the one who betrayed her? She is yet to discover her true identity so join Mia on this rollercoaster journey where her mate will bring her wildest fantasies to life, where she has only one mission: Make The Culprit Pay.

BLURB Luna had a life she thought was safe. A husband. A family. A home. Then everything fell apart. Her husband left her for her stepsister. Her family turned against her. They called her names, blamed her, and walked away like she was nothing. Like she never mattered at all. She had no one. She had nothing. Then a stranger found her. A trillionaire with power, money, and secrets she could not even imagine. She gave her what her family never did. A chance. A way back. Now Luna is done crying. Done begging. Done being the woman everyone steps on. Her stepsister will pay for what she took. Her ex-husband will regret the day he chose wrong. Her father, her stepmother, everyone who smiled while she suffered will face her wrath. The closer she gets to the truth about him, the more she realizes this fight is bigger than she ever thought. She came back for revenge. What she finds might destroy her again. Or finally set her free.

"Marry me," he suddenly asked, his voice breaking through the heavy silence that hung over the dimly lit restaurant like an unwelcome guest. It was an outrageous statement, a bold proclamation that came out of the blue. Wynter, bought her gaze up, "What did you just say?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing, pupils twitching with a mix of disbelief and indignation. "Marry me, Wynter. I've never done this before, I just..." He stumbled over his words, the weight of his own emotions crashing down upon him. But before he could finish, in a moment of sheer awkwardness, she grabbed her glass of wine and-splish!-splattered the dark red liquid all over his face, staining his skin and his dignity. "Fuck you, and fuck out of my life!" Wynter shouted, the fury in her voice echoing off the restaurant walls as she slammed her palm onto the table, rattling the silverware. She stood up, her chair scraping violently against the floor, and without another glance at him, stormed out, the door swinging shut behind her like a final act in a tragic play. "Wynter..." His voice trailed off, weak and defeated, the sound of her name hanging in the air like a fading echo. But she was already gone, a whirlwind of emotions swirling around her, leaving Malvern in a state of confusion and regret. Wynter, a nineteen-year-old girl, and Malvern, twenty-six years old, embarked on a journey of turmoil and conflict, seeking to reciprocate the feelings. The game was on between a sex addict and a novice

For two years, my world was circumscribed by the biometric lock on our penthouse and silent prayers for my husband, Vincenzo, the most feared Underboss of the Cosa Nostra. But when he finally returned from a brutal three-week smuggling route, he tossed me a cheap five-dollar tourist scarf, while his ex-lover Camilla flaunted the flawless pearl necklace he had just bought her. He abandoned me with a bleeding hand to rush to her side, ignored my severe medical emergencies to comfort her over trivialities, and publicly humiliated me at a Syndicate banquet by seating her in my rightful place at the head of the table. Camilla cornered me in the powder room, her fragile victim facade dropping instantly as she smirked at my reflection. "The thing a powerful man fears most isn't a wife who screams. It's a useless one who refuses to bow out gracefully." I endured his blatant disrespect and broken Omertà, wondering why my unwavering loyalty meant nothing compared to the manipulative tears of a woman who was actively leaking his classified safehouse coordinates. I didn't understand why he treated his sacred vows like garbage, eagerly feeding her Syndicate intel just to play the big, strong hero while leaving me to face cartel death threats entirely alone. But I was done being the neglected mafia wife waiting in the shadows. I calmly activated the covert audio recording device hidden inside my designer clutch. It was time to present this irrefutable evidence to the Don's Tribunal, strip my husband of his title, and build my own empire.