If He Had Been With Me Synopsis Novels & Stories

I was not able to comprehend anything. I was scared, that what if he slips into coma???. As he told me his condition, I cannot do anything but cry. I can't see him in this condition, Inaya didn't knew about this. Ahad didn't want me to come to hospital, I told him that I want to go but he didn't allowed. I was sitting on bed having my breakfast, he told me not to come out of room. I was engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't saw ahad sitting beside me, having breakfast.

“Because you’re with me.” I stared at him, the fear and confusion warring with something else…something I couldn’t name. “What now?” He stood, offering me his hand. “Now, we run.” I stared at his outstretched hand, my chest tightening. His words echoed in my mind: Because you’re with me. It wasn’t an apology, but it felt like one. The faint sounds of shouts and hurried footsteps snapped me back to reality. They were still looking for us. There was no time to dwell on anything but survival.

He simply hooked his arm around my waist, practically dragging me the three steps to the massive charcoal sofa, and pushed me down into the deep velvet cushions. ​"Don't move," he ordered, turning his back on me and striding down the dark hallway. ​I pulled my knees to my chest, burying my face in the collar of his shirt. I felt like a stray dog he had dragged out of the rain. I was bleeding on his floors, wearing his clothes, hiding from the wreckage of my own life. I closed my eyes, but the second I did, I saw Leo’s face perfectly clearly, buried in Chloe’s neck.

"A waiter spilled wine on me. A man took me to his suite to clean up." "Whose? Don't you dare tell me it was that bastard Marco." "It wasn't him." I couldn't hide it from her. Taking a deep breath, I said the name that still made my heart hammer in my chest. "Dante Landini." Sofia's coffee cup almost slipped from her grasp. "Who?" she shrieked.

Since it was my mom, he could humiliate her at will. It was my mom, so she deserved to die. If the kidnappers had really taken Mom that day, Josiah would probably now be cuddling Vivian, feeding my mom's remains to their beloved pet dog, and mocking me for crying in an ugly manner. But the roles had been reversed, and that was why he was in such agony.

“Come with me. You might believe me after this.” He turned and began walking away without another word. I stayed where I was, my feet rooted to the spot. Something about him made my skin prickle, but my eyes kept following him. Even though he walked without limping, he still leaned on a wooden stick for support. I told myself I wouldn’t follow him. But with each second I hesitated, the distance between us grew. My stomach twisted. He still had the scroll. Without it, I was lost. I finally began moving, but when I lifted my head, he was gone. My breath caught in my throat. The path ahead was empty. He had vanished. “What the…” I whispered under my breath, spinning around.

I woke up in a private hospital room that smelled like antiseptic and money. Matteo burst in. His tie was crooked, his hair disheveled. He must have run from a sit-down with the capos. “Sara? Christ, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. Does it hurt?” His eyes were frantic as he hovered over the cast on my leg. “I shouldn’t have been in that meeting. I should have driven you myself. I’ll find the driver. I’ll handle it.” “Still acting, Matteo?” He froze.

He paused, turning to look at me with a nonchalant expression. "The meeting got canceled, so you don't have to worry," he replied, his voice cool and detached. He then offered his hand to Heather, who accepted it with a delighted smile. They walked away, leaving me standing there with Amy, my heart pounding with a mix of jealousy and frustration.

Right before he confessed to her. "Was supposed to give it to you the night you said 'I love you'. Funny, right? I had this whole dramatic speech rehearsed... but now all I want is for you to just open your eyes. That's it. You don't even have to say anything," he smiled through tears. Yet no response! "Come back to me... or at least fight your way back, Anju! Like you always do, come back to me, please! I know you will, because I'm not leaving. Not until you do."

If I’d known that this was going to happen, I would have never come. “Hedy!” My head shot up as I heard Candido’s voice. I heard boots coming towards me, then I saw him. I reached out for him sobbing. “Candido?” I cried. He wrapped his arms around me and scooped up close. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.” He hushed me. “I have you now. I have you. I found you. Everything’s okay, princess. Everything’s okay.” “I just… It was so dark, and then I was in a van and…”