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

Didn’t speak again. But just before I reached the door, I heard his voice, soft but undeniable: “Three days.” I stopped. “To what?” “To choose me,” he said. I turned halfway. “You already did the choosing.” “No,” he replied. “I chose to want you. That’s different. I won’t take what you don’t give.” I didn’t answer. Because I wasn’t sure what I would give. I wasn’t sure... what I wanted. But my body? My body was already betraying me.

I slowly set the things on it, fixing it for him before taking a step back “I know that you do not want to speak to me, and I know that you do not want to see me…” “Then leave” he said, pointing at the door. “No” I said, putting the tray down on the chair that was beside his desk “I didn’t hide this from you because I simply wanted to. I was given two choices, and I chose you, okay? I chose YOU over my family, if that doesn’t make a difference to you, that’s fine. However, I will not be by your side, do you understand me?” “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“You don’t have a choice.” Wei awoke the next day sore. She blushed as she remembered what had happened with Tyler. It was not her first time, but Chen had been the only man she had ever been with and he was always tender and sweet, unlike the wild beast who ravished her last night. A beast who was about to be her husband. Would it be like that every night? Wei shuddered at the thought. Maybe she should call this thing off and find some other way to get her mother’s company back. But how? She had no money, and she was sure Hoo would not be satisfied after the failed attempt last night. She would keep sending men to attack her. No, she could not call it off. Tyler was her only hope. She just

Oh, with his cruelty maybe Sean would let Renee die, but he would make sure Renee suffered first. “You—” Renee swallowed the sound that was emitting heavily. There was a glow in Sean's eyes. “What? I didn't hear it.” Sean deliberately and Renee growled in anger in her heart, how impertinent that man! “You, I choose you.” The smile on Sean's lips was a cold, triumphant smile. “Then, come here my beloved.” The man opened his hand and Renee strode haltingly towards him. Sensually, the man grabbed Renee and kissed her lips briefly.

I stood frozen, just staring at Tony, completely speechless. He frowned, already annoyed. "Zoe, I'm doing this to help Pauline get a job. Why are you being so petty? You never used to be like this." Was it me who changed? Or was it always him? I looked up and smiled. "Sure. Nine tomorrow. I'll go with you." He blinked, stunned I agreed that fast. "If there's nothing else, you should go. I've got work."

“Harold Walker… saw me. Not as a prize, not as a prophecy, not as a burden or a boy in need of saving. He saw me. From the first moment, he trusted me when others doubted. He gave me responsibility when I had nothing but faith in myself. And when the world put me on trial—when I was tested before billionaires in Milan—it was Harold’s belief in me that gave me strength. I have loved him hesitantly, but undeniably. And when he finally spoke his heart, I knew mine had already answered. Harold is not only my choice—he is my home.” The studio seemed to sigh as one. The interviewer leaned back, smiling. “So it is Harold Walker, then. Officially?” Henry nodded. “Yes. I have chosen Harold Walker. No

--- He met her gaze. “I don’t have a choice.” --- That answer lingered. Not heavy. But honest. --- “You always have a choice,” she said softly. --- “Not this time.” --- Her brows pulled together slightly. “What does that mean?” --- He took a step closer. Not too much. Just enough to shift the energy. --- “It means I don’t want to lose you again.” --- The words were simple. But they carried weight. Not possessive. Not demanding. Just… real.

Don't you see that? I see that you care about me alot, I really do. I covered his hands with mine. But caring isn't enough. Not when you're still going home to her every night. Not when I'm still the person you have to hide. What do you want me to do? I want you to figure out how to choose me. Not just want me or need me or feel alive with me. I want you to actually choose me. Publicly. Permanently. I'm trying to do that.

That’s not a location that screams love and romance to me. I also know this bastard, and he doesn’t have the capacity to think of anyone but himself. The problem is he talks a good game. He has that suave countenance that lures people in and makes them think he shits rainbows and puppies or some fucked up bullshit. I don’t know. I never once fell under his spell, and I don’t honestly know what made me so different from them. I could have been the drugs, as I never touched them, or perhaps they just needed someone to tell them their fucked up ideas were A ok to him.

Pure cold dangerous anger. His grip tightened slightly around the phone. “They contacted you directly,” he said. This wasn't a question; but a statement. “Yes.” “They think you’ll choose them over me.” My heart skipped. “That’s not what this is—” “Isn’t it?” His gaze lifted to mine. Sharp. Intense. “You were going to go,” he said. I paused because he was right. “I have to,” I whispered. “No.” “I don’t have a choice” “You always have a choice.”