I Won’t Die For You Novels & Stories

“I will never –“ “You will –“ I shout, starting to get sick of these protests. “Because it doesn’t matter to me if you’d rather die than turn it all over to me now. Because if you die, I get it all anyway.”

There was no ointment, so I gave up and fell asleep like that. In the middle of the night, a high fever dragged me out of sleep. My throat burned like fire. I struggled to open my eyes and saw a familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. It was Kian. He sat hunched over, carefully applying ointment to the bruises on my arm. I watched him quietly. “Kian, I’m dying. Will you grant me one last wish?” His hand paused. “Stop talking nonsense. What wish?” “Let me leave this place. I don’t want to die here, and I don’t want any of you at my funeral.”

"You'll be the death of us." I straddled him with a slow, deliberate motion, feeling his body harden beneath me. "Then die for me," I whispered, curling my fingers behind his neck and guiding his mouth to my chest. "Happily." I'd never say it out loud, but the truth is, I'd die for them too. I'd burn for them. I'd surrender everything. But they don't need to know that power they hold over me—not yet.

"In a few minutes, you will no longer be able to breathe and by then, You. Will. Die," His words rang in my ears and my heart sank. "No..." I cried bitterly.

"In one life, you destroyed me. In this one, you destroyed yourself. The dream you are mentioning is the hell I went through, but in this life, I won't." I leaned in, whispering so only he could hear. "Beth didn't just lie to you. She was the mirror you deserved. And now, you will spend the rest of your immortal life in the dark, remembering the queen you thought you could cage." I turned my back on him. I didn't burn him. I didn't kill him. Sometimes being forgotten is the best revenge for people who are eager to be seen and to be worshipped by others. Caspian met me at the altar, his hand extended. The High Priest of the Ancients stepped forward, the obsidian daggers gleaming.

And you are enough. Something in his words hits bone-deep. All of it is me. The girl who never fit. The power I never asked for. The scared, broken, stubborn mess in the middle. Still fighting. I don’t want to die, I admit, the truth ripping me open. I’m so scared of dying. Of losing you. Of never getting to... You’re not going to die. I won’t let you. I’ll burn the whole fucking world down before I let him take you.

Perhaps hearing my words, Nicholas murmured, "Astrid, I owe you so much. I can never repay you even if I die, right?" I shook my head. "It's all paid off. You really paid everything off, Nicholas." He stood there quietly. After a long while, I reached out and gave him an air-hug before turning around to leave. Outside, Death was somewhat surprised to see me. "Not planning to see his end before you leave?" "No, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave and reincarnate." Death hesitated and glanced back. "Having known each other for so long, I could tell you his lifespan."

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the two men who cherish me above all else are absent. One is Vittorio Luciano, the only son of the Luciano family from the east, while the other is Carlos Gambino, the heir to the Gambino family from the south. This is a matter that could easily be settled with a few words, yet they try to think up all sorts of excuses to brush me off. "Anna, a gunfight has broken out at the port to the north, so I really can't step away." "I have to hold a family meeting with the elders. I can't skip it." However, the two men have barely hung up on me when I see them appear beside my adopted younger sister, Liliana Siciliano, at her coming-of-age ceremony. The

She'd loved him for four years. But just before their wedding, she was forced to pretend she'd betrayed him, leaving him no choice but to let her go. When he found out she'd cheated on him, he flew into a rage and made her life a living hell. “Summer Blake, you should be grateful I haven't killed you.” It wasn't until much later that he realized just how empty his world had become without her.

My CEO fiancee, Lexi Wyndham, had no patience for incompetence, yet she repeatedly made excuses for her incompetent assistant, Lachlan Hayes. During the hiring process, she noticed that his profile looked remarkably similar to mine. Worried that our rivals might target me, she kept him on as my double, someone who could take my place whenever I was in danger. She bought him designer clothes, took him to exclusive events, and even put my projects under his name to build up his reputation. As time went on, she grew increasingly protective of him, insisting it was all so he would be willing to take my place when the time came. Then tensions with our rival company escalated. Lexi would rathe