If He Had Been With Me Synopsis Novels & Stories

Keysa said honestly. Aiys immediately hugged Keysa, "It's okay," said Aiys with tears in her eyes. "So the walk?" asked Keysa. Aiys immediately nodded quickly, "Yokk," Aiys spirit. Keysa and Aiys came out of the Promise Soul cafe. "How could I turn down the opportunity left with you," Keysa said quietly. No matter how hard a man will fall in front of the woman he loves Aiys returns home when orange sparkles fall on the blue sky. A day spent with Keysa is still not enough for him. Aiys brought a lot of things home, not royal but Keysa's gift.

Those hours were never spent in meetings—they were spent with Sylvia. “Break the mate bond. He betrayed us first,” Ruby growled in my head, her fury burning. “Yes.” My voice was hollow. After seven years, my heart had finally burned itself out. “If no one comes to pay your fees, you’ll have to handle it yourself.” The Pack Doctor slipped the hospital papers into my trembling hands. I tried to stand, but dizziness crashed over me. After only a few steps I stumbled into two figures. Chisel. And Sylvia. At the very moment when I needed my mate’s scent to steady me, he was here, cradling her gently.

Because no matter what came, I had him. And he had me.

Yet standing beside him felt strangely right. As though fate had finally pushed us onto the same path. Whether he liked it or not. Whether Corleone liked it or not. Whether anyone liked it or not. Bellamy Davin Hartwell had arrived. And I had no intention of leaving quietly.

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.

He'd even dug up something from my distant past. "That's all in the past now," I forced myself to look straight ahead. "For Isabella's sake, I hope their wedding goes smoothly. Marco and I had our issues, but I hope he's truly sincere with Isabella." The passing scenery grew familiar. Dante didn't just know my past; he knew where I lived. Before this man, I was an open book, every secret exposed. My hand drifted to my neck, my fingertips brushing the still-warm skin. The memory of his lips and tongue lingered there.

The color drained from Josiah's face in an instant. Just seconds earlier, he had been basking in his own triumph. Now, everything that had once been his mother had already been swallowed by the dog. I couldn't help but think back to when Carina was still alive. How she loved pointing a finger in my face, sneering as she called me trash. "No way!" Josiah shook his head violently, refusing to believe it. "Dad's lying. He has to be! My mom had a spa appointment with Mrs. Miller and the others today! There's no way she was kidnapped!"

“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.