He Chose Me He Don't Want You Novels & Stories

"Alright, Mr. Cox. But is this really worth it? Chelsea is already married. You should move on with your life. After all, Ms. Baxter loves you so much. She's a good woman." Elliot just paused for a moment before replying with conviction, "Why wouldn't it be worth it? I don't care about titles or labels. As long as I can stay by Chelsea's side, that's good enough for me. She can love whoever she wants. I just want her to be healthy and happy. "As for Holly… Yes, she's wonderful. She's a great wife, and she'll be a great mother. But unfortunately, I don't love her. Love isn't something you can force."

“Piper.” I turned to him, my vision blurring. He looked at me not with anger, not with impatience, but with something else — something that made my chest ache even more. Concern. “Don’t listen to her,” he said quietly. “You’re not hers to claim. You’re your own. And… you’re mine too. Not because I bought you, not because of contracts or obligations. Because whether you want to believe it or not, I see you. I choose you.”

I went alone to my favorite singer’s concert. During the song selection segment, I was really excited and hoped that I would be lucky enough to be picked. But in the next second, I saw my husband, who was supposed to be on a business trip, appear on the screen. Next to him was Mia Louise, his first love. “I’d like to pick Back To The Past. I want to go back three years when I hadn’t broken up with Mia.” The entire stadium cheered and celebrated their love. I was the only one in tears. During the next song selection segment, I saw my teary face show up on the screen. “I’d like to pick Back To The Past as well. I want to return to the time when I never said yes to Samuel Gardner’s

“What are you thinking? About them.” The question startled me. “I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice small. “They… they say they’re mine. They look at me like I’m theirs. But I don’t feel like theirs.” He leaned forward, closer now, elbows sinking into the mattress. “Do you want to feel like theirs?” I bit my lip, my gaze dropping. “I don’t know what I want.” He studied me, his silence heavier than words. Then he spoke, slow and deliberate. “If you choose them, I won’t stop you.”

“We were short on money for the hotel. Rob and I didn’t have anyone willing to lend to us. What else was I supposed to do?” I had no interest in watching the rest of the show. Under everyone’s gaze, I turned and went upstairs. Ann applauded me. After the board members left, she took my hand. “Do you know why I chose you?” “Because you’re a lot like me. You’re ambitious. That’s a good thing. My heir can’t be some empty-headed fool with nothing but a pretty face. By the way, I’ve looked at your college entrance exam results. Orktan University, where Cassie received her early admission offer, would be a much better fit for you.”

"I don't want Kyle." I frowned. "What does that even mean?" "It means I don't want Kyle." "Then who do you want?" His gaze remained steady. "You." For a second my heart did something weird. Something stupid. Something I immediately ignored. "You are impossible." "So I've heard." I groaned loudly. "I'm literally offering to quit." "And I'm refusing." "Why?" "Because I chose you. Its you dream to ne boxer inst it, its you i want to face" The confidence in his voice annoyed me far more than it should have.

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She had learned, over years of negotiations and betrayals, how to sit with truth without flinching. “I’ve always liked you,” Andrea said. “Even when I knew it wasn’t convenient. Even when you said no before I left. Australia didn’t change that. If anything, it gave me space to understand it better.” He leaned back slightly, giving her room, not crowding her with words. “I don’t want admiration,” he added. “I don’t need mentorship or proximity to your world. I’ve built my own now. What I want is a chance. A real one. To love you.”

"I am not talking about any of those reasons." A door opened somewhere behind me and closed again. "I meant that I want you," he said. His voice was low and direct and completely certain. "Not as a strategy. Not as a bond arrangement. Not because the situation placed us in the same room or the same side or the same fight." He held my gaze. "I want you to choose me when there is nothing else requiring the choice. When the hearing is done and the petition is in the record and Kieran has his title and there is no fire anywhere. When it is just a morning and you are free to go anywhere and you choose where you go." He paused. "I want to be where you go."

I breathed. "Even when he can't be with you." He pointed out. "What do you want me to...d-do?" I stared up at him sadly. "What do I want?" He kissed my neck and I shivered. "For you to make a choice. Reject him and come to me. Choose me as your second chance and I promise I'll bring the whole fucking world down at your feet."