Dear Miss President I Want You Back Novels & Stories

He asked. “Yes.” I sighed. “I want to go to him.” As soon as I said that, Kent dropped his hands to his thighs, letting me go. He looked away from me immediately. “But just the way I want him is the way I want you too, Kent.” “I am torn between my ex-husbands!”

“I’ll call you later when I can talk more. For now, I need to have a meeting with my PR team on what next to do.” “Alright. Just know how sorry I am. I would love to ask for your forgiveness, but I know how hard that would be on you. Can I have your number though? I’ve been unable to sleep worrying about you. How are you being treated? Is everything going on well with you? I fear that one day, in addition to your hasty wedding, the whole pressure of the press will make you do something bad. Am I overreacting?” I nodded. “Yes you are. I’m fine and enjoying life as much as I can. I won’t make any terrible decision.”

Luna anxiously explained, but after hearing that, Clarice let out a bitter laugh. "So he went with her." "Clari, you... believe me, even if the president does marry Miss Armani, you are still the mistress of this family," Luna didn't want her to lose hope and spoke with a resolute and decisive tone. "Really? I'm the mistress of this family, and Miss Armani? What about her?" Clarice felt that these words were extremely sarcastic. "She won't be coming back to this house, and the president will arrange another place for her."

I was still feeling sorry for myself when my phone pinged with an incoming message from my grandmother. Grandma: I know you don’t want to hear this, but Mr. Warren reached out to me again. He wanted me to let you know that he’s in town and he’ll love for the both of you to meet. I understand you don’t want this arranged marriage, but think about it Addy. Eddie still hasn’t married you, and… I think you should just meet with him and see what this leads to. Love, Lela.

He stepped closer and I backed away, I have never seen him look so angry, like he wanted so bad to kill me. “You love me?” He said dangerously then he laughed, a short one then without warning he backhanded me. I stood there in shock, not expecting. “Jason what did I…..” “SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!!!!!” He yelled so loud that I flinched. “You must be stupid, to even think you did all this to tell me you are pregnant. I don’t care if you love me, give me a child, for fuck’s sake one child is all I ask, you whore” he yanked my hair and started to drag me up the stairs.

She paused at the archway, turning back to look at me, her expression completely cooling into a mask of brutal reality. "Grandfather wants you back," Camille said softly. "The board doesn't."

Charlotte quickly returned, having obtained an autograph, looking extremely satisfied. Griffith was still standing there, completely confused. She glanced at him, thinking he looked foolish. She smirked, lifted her chin, and then pointed to Mickey and Minnie in the crowd. "Those are the park's most popular characters. Mr. Griffith, you're quite ignorant." "Give me back the collectible worth 5,000 dollars and go buy your 40 dollars one." The two of them were bickering when Ash led Julie over. "Mrs. Wilson, the child's mother found us and wants to apologize to you in person."

Chapter Fifty- five. Travis pov How could I tell her the truth? Is it about how I hated how much she nagged? or how I wished I could get back with Annabelle? I mean, She was just recovering and I'm not even sure things could go back to normal. I would be wrong to tell her all that. “I miss those sweet times spent with you and Nora and I want you to get well soon,” I said and forced a smile.

He was so impressed that he could not help but smile from ear to ear. 'Wow, that expensive therapy sure was worth it! He mused, 'I think she did this for me so I can be attracted to her again, and it sure is working. My wife is beautiful. I need to win her back because not only is she better than Victoria, but winning her back could still make me... the next CEO.' "Charlotte," he called. His eyes filled with hope.

I stared at him in shock as tears instantly blurred my vision; I had been reborn, and I had gone back to the year when fate had taken a turn. In my past life, I had passed up on the acceptance letter to study abroad for Ethan. I gave up on my dreams, my medical career, and my entire life. I once thought staying by his side was happiness. But that happiness was nothing more than a cage disguised as tenderness. Choking back sobs, I said in a trembling voice, "I'm not giving up on it, Mr. Moore… I want to go to Verenza." George was stunned, then broke into a relieved smile. "Really? That's wonderful news! Now this is the Elara I know!"