All Chapters of When He Begs Me To Stay: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AVA's povThe thing about men like Killian is—they only value you when you’re no longer easy to reach.Three missed calls.Four unread messages.All from him.I didn’t answer. Not because I wasn’t tempted—but because I knew myself too well.If I heard his voice too soon, I might forget what he did. I might start to remember how we used to be—how he once looked at me like I hung the stars instead of watched them fade alone. But this version of me? The one who finally walked away?She didn’t deal in nostalgia.She dealt in reality.And reality was: he cheated. He lied. He expected me to stay.But I didn’t.Now, I stood in the center of the Blake Financial Group’s executive lounge, overlooking a skyline that had once felt suffocating. Today, it felt like freedom. Cold and sharp, yes—but free.“Miss Blake?”I turned to see Lauren—efficient as always, hair twisted into a sleek bun, tablet in hand.“Yes?”“There’s someone in the lobby asking to see you. He says he’s your husband.”Ex-husban

KILLIAN's povIt was supposed to be romantic.The private orchestra, the full ballroom at Langston Towers, the press discreetly tipped off, ready to capture Ava Blake walking into an apology so grand it would rewrite everything.I stood in the center of the candlelit hall, waiting.But Ava didn’t walk in.She stormed in.Dressed in black—again, always black lately, like mourning the man I used to be—and flanked by two board members. The camera flashes burst behind her like lightning.She didn’t even blink at the arrangement.“Really, Killian?” she said coolly. “You ambush me with violins?”I tried to step forward. “I wanted to show you I’m not giving up—”“This isn’t a K-drama,” she snapped. “You don’t get to cheat, lie, ruin everything, then roll out a red carpet and expect redemption in four acts.”The reporters began whispering. Filming. Loving the chaos.I lowered my voice. “Ava, I’m trying. I’m begging you—”“Don’t beg,” she said. “Not unless you’re ready to do it in front of eve

I whispered it so loudly it frightened me, though, and I knew this time no one was in the room with me. Just me turning a light bulb in a corner, a stench of red wine in my tongue, and a couch on which I just got too cold to sit. I was yet in the gala dress, with the zippers down and wads. My makeup was smeared, and my phone was shaky in my hand as though it knew that it had done something wrong. Grayson was having sex with her in a bed which was not mine with my lawyer . It is the same woman who said I was courageous to walk away. The same woman who held my hand and told me “You deserve peace, Ava.”The woman whom I believed would be my ugliest end to life. They were smiling in the photo. Not that sort of smile folks show when they are tipsy. The nice clothes which they put on after they have won. She had on the silver necklace that I bought her as a gift on her birthday. A reward of appreciation .it appeared as a trophy and Grayson? His hand was on her hip. That was the h

AVA I froze. My robe was lying on the floor, Killian shirt barely hanging over one of my shoulders and his hand- God, his hand was still on my thigh. I gasped and Killian caught me doing it. He jerked his head up where he had been kissing the inside of my knee in a most sinner-like manner. His eyes were savage, copper-coloured in the dimness, keen with parental alarm. He gazed in my eyes, then at the door. Another creak, I hastened up in such a fury the world reeled, lust did not get my heart pounding this time though, from fear. The type of fear that set in in your stomach and then creeps up inside you like dangerous poison. "Did you invite anyone?" In a menacingly low voice Killian asked. I shook my head. “No person comes here without an invitation..” He already started pulling his half-buttoned pants. I took the robe, and threw it around me, my fingers were shaking, the door creaked again then i heard a voice. "Open up, Ava. We need to talk." Killia

Ava I didn’t flinch. Killian got up, when I made a sign. “Sit” and he did. My assistant changed position. I would have sent a text message but! thought this... could only be delivered in person." "I'm listening," i said. Her voice did not tremble but her lips did. “This morning the board held an emergency meeting, they voted." I exhaled. "Who?" She looked up at me. "Grayson. They are giving you position to Grayson Hale." I uttered no scream, no gasp, not even a curse. The feeling in my heart, knocking against my ribs and the following words, so this was the plan. Those nights when I used to cry on the shoulders of Grayson and that lawyer. She used to call me brave so many times. Every time she gave me papers as if they were the means of survival and not the means of destruction. And now? The person that I had trusted with my company had been given my name on a silver platter. I replied, "You are not saying any thing." It was flat when I said,