Romans & histoires Build The Life You Want Kindle

But now, lying beside him in this quiet moment, I let myself think. “I want freedom,” I whispered. “Not the kind that means running away, but the kind where I can breathe and live without fear. I want to be loved without it hurting so much. I want a family—real, honest, not broken. And…” I hesitated, my throat tight. “I want to know that I chose my life. That it wasn’t chosen for me.” His hand tightened slightly on mine. “Then let’s build that together. I’ll give you that freedom. Even if it kills me, I’ll give it to you.”

"But of course, Lily, the queen bee with all the cash and clout. Naturally, you'd only want the best for him: only the best of things and the finest education. He's bound to be brilliant and tough, just like you." Maybe she was already dreaming of the day he would inherit my fortune, her eyes brimming with love as she gazed at him. Derick chimed in, "Lily, what do you think about calling our boy Nathaniel?" He had been set on that name since I was pregnant, insisting we use it once the baby arrived. Only later did I learn that Nathaniel was the name of Jasmine's deadbeat dad. He was pushing for it because Jasmine wanted to leave her own legacy on the child.

Building a life. On this land. In this silence. Forever.

I, Richard Newman, had been together with my girlfriend, Shanine Graham, for a long time. She was very innocent. Even though she had already given me her first time, she remained extremely conservative in bed. Unfortunately for her, I was the kind of guy who liked a little more excitement. I had bought her plenty of sexy stockings and outfits before, but she refused to wear any of them. It left me feeling disappointed, feeling as if something thrilling was missing from my life. One day, Shanine suddenly suggested that we go on a trip to relax. However, the day before we were supposed to leave, she suddenly changed her mind and insisted on bringing her best friend, Phoebe Norton, along.

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.

He utters. The audacity! How could he tell me that no man will wanna wang me if I Divorce me! I pushed his hands away from me and continued walking away and made my way to the other side of the venue. NO MAN WILL WANT ME… Huh. Someone like Cale tells me otherwise.

Aya's POV "None of you will ever have to pack up a backpack for a new school district ever again. You can build real, lasting connections with people without constantly fearing the day you have to say goodbye. I want you to experience what it feels like to actually have solid ground beneath your feet." At that point, silent tears were actively tracing lines down my face. My chest felt tight and heavy. "I want you to go out, make friends, have fun, and for once in your young lives, stop calculating whether we can afford groceries at the end of the week. Just let your old man handle the heavy lifting for a change, alright?"

Bethany lowered her head and cried for a long time. I sent her the studio's address and contact information, then stood. "Work hard. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't. Life is long. Don't waste your time on someone else's man." I turned and left. Outside the cafe, the sunlight was bright. The comments exploded. [The villainess repaid resentment with kindness???] [I'm crying. She helped Bethany.] ["You don't even count as a supporting character in my life" is so fierce.]

Build it. Every single day.