He Chose 소설 & 이야기

Everyone knows I'm the Gardner family's pampered young heir, the one who can't stand the slightest mistreatment. At parties, I have to sit at the head of the table. My drinks have to be served cold, and whenever something pisses me off, I'd have my childhood friends clear the room. Then, the once-wealthy young heir, Seth Zimmerman, who has fallen on hard times, returned from abroad. He relies on no one, builds his own business from scratch, and dominates the business world with ruthless decisiveness and a raw, untamed charisma. Gradually, even my older sisters begin to complain that I'm too spoiled and demanding. When they pull their investments and redirect their money into Seth's

I asked, feeling confused. “Do you think he’ll pick her? If he ever wanted to choose one of you, he’ll choose you” he said, I frowned, “he won’t” I said, he raised an eyebrow, “because if he ever had to do that, I won’t let him choose me” I said, closing my eyes.

I lunged. I didn’t care that he was still armed.Didn’t care if I died right there.I wanted to kill him. With my hands. Rip him apart, skin to bone. But he backed away. “I just wanted you to choose me,” he whispered again, weaker this time. “I CHOSE HIM!” I screamed. And I meant it. With every shattered cell of my being. “I chose him. I chose our son. Not you!” The door behind me burst open. Heavy boots.

He looks friendly to me. After talking for sometime, he went away to his friends and we exchanged numbers. I signed and joined Angel on the dance floor.

“You can always get out and leave, but then, I’ll see you naked. Again.” “Just… Just stay over there… Okay?” I begged. Calian came to a complete halt, a wide smile across his face. Not a grin that might be seen as a sign of contentment. It seemed more like something you'd see on a predator getting ready to jump onto its victim than anything else. “I’ll stay over here. Can we talk?” He asked, 5 feet from me. “Do I have a choice?” I spewed. He chuckled again and shook his head. “No, no you do not.”

For once, I wasn’t sure what reaction I expected. Anger. Dismissal. Nothing. Silas turned his head slightly. Not fully facing me. Just enough. “You already know the answer to that,” he said. My chest tightened. “No,” I replied immediately. “I don’t.” Silence again. Then he spoke, quieter this time. “You were chosen.” The word landed differently than the rest. Chosen. Not found. Not saved. Chosen. I stared at him. My thoughts slowed. Then fractured. “By who?” I asked.

“That’s all.” ‎ ‎Then he turned and walked away, footsteps steady, back straight. ‎Jayden didn’t follow him. ‎ ‎Didn’t stop him. ‎ ‎Didn’t react at all. ‎ ‎His attention stayed on me. ‎ ‎“You won’t stay undecided forever,” he said quietly. ‎ ‎“I know.” ‎ ‎“When you choose,” he continued, “you’ll do it fully. You always do.” ‎ ‎“And if I choose myself?” I asked. ‎

He stepped closer, so close I could feel his breath against my jaw. “Are you choosing him?” His voice cracked. “Is that what you’re doing?” My throat tightened. My brain scrambled. My heart panicked. Because I had no idea how to answer that. “I’m choosing myself,” I finally whispered. “For once.” Danny nodded slowly, jaw clenching hard enough to tremble. “I get it,” he said quietly. “I deserve that.” He stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets again, looking suddenly older, exhausted… almost defeated.

Be⁠caus⁠e I⁠'d ch‌osen this​. Finally. After eve​rything. ‌I'd cho⁠sen.

And was it really just because of Denise's mom? My mouth opened, but I swallowed the rest of my words. He'd said all he needed to say. What else could I do but agree?