Novel & Cerita He Chose Me He Don't Want You

“I don’t want to fight for a man who already chose me. I don’t want to stand in a room and feel like I’m being compared to some perfect ghost in a red dress.” He stepped closer, his hand brushing against mine on the balcony rail. “Then don’t. Because I’m standing right here, begging you to believe it—I already chose you. I keep choosing you.”

I said "Why can't you love me?! Is it hard for you to love me, princess? All my life all I wanted was to love and be loved back. Is that really that hard? I've done everything just to make you like me I even changed myself for you but it is always Clyde! I'm already hurting so much I want to be happy is that bad? And you're the only one who can give me the pleasure I've dreamed of all my life! I can't live without you and I can't bear to see you happy in another man's arms! You may call me selfish but I don't care it's not bad to be selfish at least once! You're the only one I can't afford to share. All my life I've only dreamed of you so I'll do everything to get you. You are the only one t

He's a good businessman for a reason, so he says, "Don't worry, I have no romantic interest in you." He stands slowly to approach me and it’s like he’s approaching a skittish animal. I must visibly sigh in relief at his words because he watches me with an amused look and says, "That's not the normal reaction I get to those words." "Look, I'm sure you have women throwing themselves at you like Jessica was, but I need to make one thing clear. I need you to promise not to fall in love with me. I know it's silly of me to ask and I'm under no illusion that you would, but I would be a lot calmer about this arrangement if you said the words out loud," I say, with what I'm sure is a desperate look i

“Untouched.” I blinked. Did he think I was incapable of being with him? “You think you’d ruin me?” “I wouldn’t think about it.” He paused, his eyes darkening. “I would.” “So that’s your excuse?” I shrugged, fighting back tears. “It’s the line—my line.” He stepped back, and the words landed hard. “Don’t choose me, Eve. I pull people into the dark with me.” “And if I chose it?” My voice trembled. His tone was cold. “Then you’d stop being you.”

Instead, he took my hand as his eyes reddened. After some silence, he said tenderly, "I'm sorry, Jasmine. I was an absolute jerk in the past. Come home with me, and I'll love you right." I was taken aback. Then, I yanked my hand away. "I think I made it clear in my email that we're done and dusted. Please have some self-respect." With that, I turned and left without hesitation. Morgan remained where he was, his hand hanging in mid-air. He was stunned.

"Honestly, it's satisfying." Before we parted, I asked if she wanted me to recommend her elsewhere, or help her get promoted. She said, "I still want to earn the place I deserve on my own. "Otherwise, if the title is bigger than the ability, the fall only hurts more." We smiled at each other. My marriage with Ethan had reached its end. He refused to divorce me. He stood tall and rigid in front of me, his eyes wet in a way that did not match his usual image.

“I like being that person.” “That’s good,” he says. “I want you to be that person for me. It’s hard when people expect things.” “I don’t,” I tell him. “I know,” he replies, kissing my head again. “That’s what makes me want to show you who I am the most. I’m just so used to being someone else. It might take some time. But I don’t want to fuck this up, Piper. I don’t want you to change your mind.” “There’s not a single version of you I could ever dislike. Not even the asshole.”

“I scrub your floors. I change your linens. I dream about your mouth and hate myself for it.” His voice broke. “Then hate me too. But don’t pretend you don’t feel it.” I did. God help me, I did. He reached out, but I stepped back. “You can’t have me just because fate says so,” I said. “I’ll choose. Not the moon. Not your wolf. Me.” He nodded. Once. Fierce and reverent. “Then choose me,” he whispered. “Because I will never stop choosing you.” We didn’t kiss.

The words exploded out of him, loud enough that we both froze, and carefully listened for any faint sounds of movement from down the hall. Nothing. Then he continued in a harsh whisper. "I want you to be sure that you want this. That you want me. That you really do want me, not just because I'm forbidden, not because I'm convenient, not because we live in the same fucking house and can't escape each other. I want you to choose me knowing you could have someone better." "Better," I repeated, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. "Someone better." "Yes." "Someone like Miles."