Dear Mr President I Want You Back นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I have decided.” “I want to win you back.”

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.

I couldn't wait to get back to the way I used to be. ***

"You're right, I'm financially successful but I'm not happy. For eighteen years, I lived with regret. I dreamed about you every night, imagining what my life would have been like if I hadn't left. I regretted it every single day." I didn't answer. I just stared at the garden in front of me, trying to control my emotions. "I know my words won't change anything, but I want you to know, my success never made me forget you. Quite the opposite, I worked hard because I wanted to one day find you and give you everything you deserve. I'm not asking you to forgive me now, but I want you to know, I will build that house for you. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I'll give it to you. Because you de

He held my gaze one moment longer — then continued. "Wilberforce is standing for the country's presidency. He will be stepping down from the family business." His eyes stayed on mine. "Once you have recovered — once you are ready — his position is yours. He will show you everything you need to know." He touched my face once. Briefly. Then dropped his hand. "Welcome home, Alice." He turned and walked toward the door.

I just want to make this better. I just want my boyfriend back.

I have so many work on my desk that needs my attention but for the past weeks I haven’t been myself so I couldn’t work properly so slacking off was impossible for me. By the time my driver and assistant showed up, I’d perfected the “I’m fine” mask. Or at least, I thought I had. Elijah, my assistant, wasn’t buying it. “Morning, President Jay,” he said as I slid into the backseat. “Chairman wasn’t happy you left before your party ended last night.” I turned my head and gave him a look so sharp it could’ve sliced him in half. “Elijah,” I said slowly, “can you please shut the hell up for the rest of the day?”

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.

I couldn't go back there even to take my things without any form of backbone. I realized that one thing I needed to do, was to go back to where I came from. I was going to go back to my roots. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door and the nurse from earlier walked in, smiling. “How do you feel now?” She smiled. “I'm fine.” I nodded at her. “When will I be discharged from the hospital?” “What? Are you in a hurry to leave us?” She asked, wiggling her brows. “You want to go back to your husband? You missed him so much, don’t you?” She poked my hand, playfully.

“I will come back to you.| If I have to do with one leg, I will make sure I do it. But I'll be back here and I would not leave you like father left,” Not today. Not today