If He Had Been With Me Synopsis Novels & Stories

He probably thought I was just trying to take advantage of him. “He wants me to sponsor you?” he repeated, dry sarcasm in his voice. I couldn’t look at him. I stared at his shoes instead. “From the joint account,” I added quietly. That made him move. His right foot stepped back, and his face darkened. “How do you know about that?” he asked. Because Hade told me everything. “Then tell me the pin,” he challenged. “0709.” He took another step back. Then he turned — and started walking toward me.

“I have every reason to. Has any of you ever asked me if I really faked my death? Has any of you ever asked me how I was able to be rich? Has anyone ever asked me how I feel? None! None of you have because you don't really care. I never faked my death, I just wanted to go, I just wanted to run away from everything but your father hated me so bad, he set up the fucking accident. When the car caught on fire, I was pulled out by a random person and it exploded. Did any of you ever check the place where the accident happened? You were all busy at the wedding. The random person who pulled me out of the fire happened to be one of your father’s enemies and she took me out of the country the next da

His gaze lingered on me, searching, “you’ve already seen him. What was he doing here?” We began walking down the hallway toward my room. My feet felt heavy, each step dragging with a weight I didn’t want to name. “He said he was here for business,” I murmured, eyes lowered, as though the carpet could somehow absorb my sadness. “And that meeting him was pure coincidence.” Theo’s expression darkened. “He looked like he hated me the moment he saw me. What did he say to you? Did you tell him… about the pregnancy?” My head snapped up, then quickly dipped again.

He simply took my hand. “Come on, sweetheart,” he said, voice velvet again. “Let’s get you cleaned up before dinner.” And just like that, he led me out of the room. Past Cyrus. Past the wreckage of everything I thought I’d built. Into whatever came next. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. I already knew what I’d see: A boy who’d lost the war. And a man who’d already rewritten the rules so he could never lose.

Now," he ordered, then turned and walked away. I quickly grabbed my notebook and pen and hurried after him. I walked into the conference hall and saw that everyone was already seated, so I slipped into a corner seat quietly. My mind wandered back to the early hours of the morning, and all I could see was his face God, he was handsome. That furious look on his face came back to me. I rubbed my eyes with my thumbs, shut them tight, then opened again but no, it was still him. It was the man I’d spent that one night with! The same man I had paid four hundred dollars! Aaah my Gosh! How could I escape this time ?

"Relax. I'm just writing my will." His hand froze in midair. After staring at my colorless face, he suddenly snorted. "Your will? Why would you need a will when you're barely injured? You're becoming more and more unreasonable every day!" He grabbed Letizia's hand and walked off without hesitation. "We're going. Let her carry on with her crazy stunts alone!" The moment the door closed, I could no longer hold myself upright. My head collapsed onto the pillow. On the screen, the delivery for the encrypted archive had been scheduled. It would be sent out four days after my death.

He was so cold, even in the midnight heat; I shuddered in his hold and shut my eyes tight, waiting for what I was anxiously dreading for the past ten minutes to happen. But it didn't happen. In seconds, he shifted his arm to around my waist and held me painfully tight against him. "I'll make sure to give Abraham your regards," he told the entire Coterie, and amidst the shouts and protests from them, Hezekiah took off with me. Everything became black and dreamless after that. **

But his tone had me suddenly nervous. “Don’t you dare tell me we lost someone? Someone’s hurt,” he said, pulling back and putting his hand on my shoulder. He thought I was helping, doing what I should have been. Just makes what I have to admit harder. But Sebby was the least of my concerns. “I have a fated mate, just met her literally minutes before the shit hit the fan, or while it was,” I said, looking into his eyes.

We needed a break. *** It was the most fun I had in a long time. Thankful for having him in my life, I watched him sleep. I should have accepted him in my life sooner. Perhaps if I did, I wouldn't have had to face Michael. Maybe then, my parents wouldn't have died. No… Michael's enormity wouldn't have stopped him from attacking Crimson Crescent with or without the bond. At least this time, I had managed to rise above the clouds and emerge triumphant. And I couldn't have done it without Gavin. My heart swelled with joy.

He was going to let them do things to me, but he didn't stop them or go to the police, even though it would have been easy. I wish my mom was here, as she wouldn't have let anyone take me, and my brother would have fought for me until the end, but they were killed… What confuses me is that they wanted me to be with Nathaniel. We were already together, and even without all this, we would have ended up together because we were both messed up. The sound of hushed voices outside the door made me come out of my thoughts. As I cautiously rose to my feet, I grabbed the shirt he had given me. I really needed clothes. Slowly, I made my way to the door and turned the handle.