Dear Miss President I Want You Back Novels & Stories

And a secret she’d kept hidden for ten years. She adjusted her navy blazer as the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and then she stepped inside. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at her as she exhaled sharply. Twelve years ago, she came into this building as a young intern. Ten years ago, she left Damien Carrington’s life and never looked back. And now… she was coming back to take down his company. The elevator was quiet as it went up, and she felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t regret. It was something stronger. She remembered her daughter’s sleepy face that morning, asking why she was wearing “war clothes” again.

Jayson held his little face and asked tenderly, "And what about you, do you miss your dad?" Zack opened his eyes and blinked gently, but he dared not reveal his true feelings. Behind him, Owen's voice came, "Why are you going back? If it were me, I would just cut ties with the devil king and be with mommy forever!" Zack turned around. Owen walked towards him and grabbed his arm, "Zack, please don't leave. Didn't you say you were happy here? Why do you want to go back?" Jayson didn't speak, feeling somewhat complicated.

She wanted to rebuild her own life. A gentle knock sounded on the door. Mrs. Harper walked in with breakfast. "Good morning, Miss Elena." "Good morning." Mrs. Harper placed the tray on the table before smiling warmly. "I need to find a job," Elena said. Mrs. Harper looked surprised. "Mr. Blackwood won't allow you to struggle." Elena smiled softly. "That's exactly why I need to stand on my own." Mrs. Harper looked at her for a moment before nodding with admiration.

He nods and darts his eyes towards her. “Jessica… my girlfriend. Jessica Williams is back,” he announces without any atom of shame. “Remember the agreement we had? Now that Jessica is back, we should get a divorce so I can marry her.” Jessica Williams? How could Ellodie have forgotten? She takes another step backward, tears welling up in her eyes and lumps upon lumps getting stuck in her throat. She shakes her head, desperately wanting to say something. To fight for them. To keep her marriage intact. To tell him they are expecting a baby.

I ran a hand over my face as I pressed my palms together so hard that my knuckles cracked. “Please, God. I will do anything and I'm going to give everything to you. Please just let her come back to me and let me have more days to love her, and to make her smile. I really don't care about the company, the power, the fucking presidency. But please don't just take her away from me” At that moment I didn't care if anyone heard me. Declan Westwood, the mighty president of Westwood group of companies reduced to a begging and broken man. None of that really mattered without Isabella in my life.

In my room, boxes and bags of gifts splattered all over my bed, I grabbed my phone, I needed to make a video for Sara, then I paused. “Was Marcus right when he told me he never loved her?”

I thought as I jerked myself off to the thought of Ophelia, riding my cock on the kitchen floor with her back turned against me. * Hello, my lovelies. I’m backkkk and I missed you all so much. I went awol due to some personal issues and can reassure you that I’m fully back now.😌 Please continue to show me love like you’ve always done.🥰 Thank you all.❤️

“Just thought I’d drop by and see the man who used to think he could control me.” “Used to?” He coughed out a laugh. “You’re here because you need something. So, out with it.” I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a near whisper. “Why am I here?” I repeated, savoring the moment. “I’m here, McKinney, because it’s time to take back what’s mine.” His eyes narrowed, the tension in the room palpable. “And what’s that?” I smiled, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make him squirm. “The presidency.”