I Don T Wanna Go Mister Stark นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Do not let pride destroy this chance. Daniel’s voice became sharper. “Tell me something,” he continued slowly. “How much are you truly willing to endure? How far are you prepared to lower yourself?” I held his gaze without looking away. “Any amount,” I answered quietly. “Any job. Any task. And if you do not even want to pay me, that is fine too. I do not care about money anymore. The only thing that matters is staying close to my children. That is all I want.” He laughed again, darker this time, and the sound sent chills down my spine. He stepped closer until his presence felt suffocating.

The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument. After sending the message, I turned to Chris and said, "Make sure you show up on the full moon. Lucian won't forgive you if you don't, and I doubt you want things to get ugly. I have somewhere to be. I'm leaving." "Wait! Where are you going?" Chris grabbed my wrist, his eyes bloodshot with desperation. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" "Let go of me! Where I go is none of your concern." I was beyond exhausted by his behavior.

He pulled his tie off and started kissing my neck like a man dying of thirst. “The door isn’t locked!” I reminded him. He only cared about kissing me and said in a muffled voice, “Don’t worry. They won’t dare to bother us.” But he ate his words not long after, because Alfred Fitch, our butler, spoke at the door. “Madam, a Clark Stane is visiting and said that he has something to say to you.”

“Mr. Jenkins, I know I should never have returned. But Xeno’s heart condition requires surgery. The best specialist is in the city. I came back because I had no other way to save his life.” He looked up at me. His face was undeniably handsome, with the polished look of a sugar baby. “As soon as Xeno’s surgery succeeds, I’ll take him and leave immediately. We won’t trouble you again. Mr. Jenkins, you’re a man too. You should understand the misery of not being able to protect your family. Please, have some compassion for me as a father.”

He seemed to have found the best idea. Marra could be crazier than this. "No! Don't ever meet me anywhere!" "Why?" "I must tell you how much I'm reluctant to meet you. I'm not lying." "Did I pounce on you if you came? Or did I do something else horrible?" Denis asked for an explanation. "No, Denis. I don't want to, don't you see? Now, go home. You have a lot of work at Racher Art, right?" "I have plenty of time."

Her head bit in the soft pillow as she pressed her cheek in it, crying louder and louder. Mr. Stark was not home. He had to go for a meeting and won't be back until the next day. He had left Reyne a message stuck on the refrigerator which read, 'I know I was supposed to be there with you and listen to your experiences of the first day in school... But I am sorry, I have to go. It is an important meeting. I promise, I will be back by tomorrow evening. And then, we will sit together and talk about your school, professors and friends:) (I hope you made friends)

"I want to have a peaceful life, I want to go far away, make new friends and be a normal teenager and be a normal person and have a normal life that's all I ask. I've gone through so much in this place I've gone to so much in this town, I lost my family here and I've been in 2 kidnapping cases I think I deserve a break " He gazed at me as if I were crazy then he spoke. “If you want a vacation, I can arrange for you to be flown out from this country right after you get healed so just don't stress yourself. I can book a vacation suit in any country you like and get you the best and the finest of anything you want. This talk about you leaving just doesn't make any sense to me anymore. Yes, I ha

Vivian's anger seemed to melt away, replaced by a dazed look I knew all too well. Gently, I placed her hand over my heart. "You're the only one close to this," I said softly. "Why stress yourself over something that isn't real?" The spell broke. Vivian blinked, confusion replacing anger. "It's... it's not real?" I stepped back, running a hand through my hair. Vivian's eyes followed the movement, her gaze lingering on my face. I sighed, turning to look out at the skyline. "No, it's not."

I took a step further and I felt disgusting hands grab my waist. His eyes bore into mine, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." "Is this funny to you? Because it's not. I am leaving. You can do whatever you want. But I don't give a fuck anymore." I shrugged, after all, the main reason I was here in the first place was to redeem my father from the debt he owed. Not because I cared what he might do to him, but only because I feared what my father might do to Clint.

“And now let me see how he’s going to sponsor his wild lifestyle, those stupid parties, the fast girls, the private jets and yachts. Good luck with that when the feds are done with him.” Cameron chuckled, the sound low and warm in his chest. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Maybe he’ll come begging you for money one day. Crawl on his knees and ask for a loan.” “Me?” I burst out laughing, the sound bright and incredulous. “Meee? Ohhh no. Absolutely not. I’d rather burn every dollar I have than give that man a cent. Can you imagine? Joe Pritchett, on his knees, begging me?”