Choosing Theo 소설 & 이야기

“You keep acting like you could help and at the end of the day, you choose only yourself.” “I have never done anything to betray you,” I said. “Believe whatever you want to believe,” he said. Silence followed immediately. Theo looked emotionally exhausted like he was carrying a burden too heavy for one person. And I felt sympathy for him. “We can still find another way,” I said quietly. Theo shook his head immediately. “There is no other way.” “There has to be.” “You don’t understand how powerful they are.” “Then explain it to me!” “I can’t!”

Father continues screaming. “Now either accept this condition, or step aside and let your brother become the heir.” With that, the line goes dead. My hands fall to my side as the reality of my actions finally come crashing down on me. I thought I was untouchable. Thought that as long as I was my parent’s favourite child, I would always be the Knightsbridge heir. Instead, I was on the verge of losing my position all because I followed Sheryl like a sheep. Because I listened to her when my cock was buried deep in her cunt. I should have listened to Helen and Dominic. Should have stayed away from her. “I should have just been loyal to Aurora.” I find myself muttering, head in my hands. Aurora.

“Harold Walker… saw me. Not as a prize, not as a prophecy, not as a burden or a boy in need of saving. He saw me. From the first moment, he trusted me when others doubted. He gave me responsibility when I had nothing but faith in myself. And when the world put me on trial—when I was tested before billionaires in Milan—it was Harold’s belief in me that gave me strength. I have loved him hesitantly, but undeniably. And when he finally spoke his heart, I knew mine had already answered. Harold is not only my choice—he is my home.” The studio seemed to sigh as one. The interviewer leaned back, smiling. “So it is Harold Walker, then. Officially?” Henry nodded. “Yes. I have chosen Harold Walker. No

Luke glared at Rachel indifferently, "Is it weird?" "Yes." Rachel curled up her lips and changed to a more comfortable posture to stand beside Luke. "I always thought that people like you merely give and take what was dealt to you, that your mood decides your decision. As it turns out, your obsession is so strong that you can give up your life." "I do think you and the rest of the doctors can accept everything." Luke glared at Rachel. "What if Theo is in a similar position? If he's sick and you're the only one who can save him, how will you choose?"

“Theo, please. Don’t do this. I’ll leave the vineyard. I won’t say anything.” He shook his head slowly. “Not good enough. Choose now. My toy or everyone sees what a dirty girl you really are.” I looked at the phone in his hand. Tears stung my eyes. My knees felt weak. Slowly, I dropped down in front of him. The towel slipped a little but I caught it. “I’ll do what you want,” I whispered. “Just don’t send it.” Theo’s hand came down and stroked my wet hair. “Good girl. Smart choice.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. It stood thick and ready in front of my face. “Open your mouth. Let’s seal our deal.”

Or Sarah? Either choice carried consequences. Heavy ones.

One “I need this book ready by Friday, Theo. Why is it taking forever to have a look at it and share your opinion?” Theo Landon let out a frustrated sigh, the itch in his ears only biting worse. He glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window in his apartment unit, at the panoramic view of Chicago downtown. He’d chosen this apartment unit for this particular view, because at first glance, it seemed like the kind of therapy book-lovers would subscribe to. Hearing the whiny voice in his ear stole away the peace of the therapy.

He crouched down, grabbing Chole’s shirt and yanking him up slightly. “Listen to me,” Theo said, his voice steady, deadly. “You don’t get to decide her worth. You don’t get to break her. You don’t get to win.” His grip tightened. “You’re nothing. Just a miserable little coward who couldn’t stand the fact that she didn’t want you.” Chole sneered. “And what does that make you? The knight in shining armor?” Theo leaned in, his voice a whisper now. “No.” His lips curled into a dangerous smirk. “I’m the man who’s going to make sure you regret ever touching her.”

Chapter 163 MATTHEW Theo's face did the thing it did when he was pleased but was managing the expression to avoid looking too pleased, which he'd developed as a strategy after learning that excessive enthusiasm sometimes made adults reconsider their decisions. It involved a slight pressing together of the lips and a very controlled nod. "Okay," he said, with studied calm. "That sounds reasonable." "It does," I agreed.

Then Theo looked at Aria and Noah. "And my parents," Theo said. "Noah and Aria. They taught me that love is a verb. It's a choice you make every day. They chose me when I was hiding in a closet. And they kept choosing me, even when I was loud, even when I was angry, even when I was expensive." The crowd laughed. "They built a fortress," Theo said. "And they let me live inside it until I was strong enough to build my own." He raised his glass.