Novel & Cerita If He Had Been With Me Synopsis

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.

"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 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.

“You’re not doing this for me. You’re doing it because you can’t stand the idea of me being seen with anyone else.” “Both can be true,” he says calmly. “Get ready. We leave in two hours.” He turns and walks out before I can argue, leaving the video frozen on an image of me and Rafael under soft stage lights, laughing at some forgotten joke. For a dizzy second, I imagine an alternate timeline where that really was the whole story. Where the man in the suit was Rafael, and the fans were right, and this was the safe ship I’d chosen. Then I remember last night, my back against Dante’s door, my voice begging him not to let this save me as I chose him anyway.

“And agreed immediately? She’s no different from other girls—” “Hey! You’re making a mistake,” he cut me off from what I was going to say. “She couldn’t agree, his friends just forced her so she agreed. That’s why I’m happy because I’ll be with her later outside and of course I have to be with you,” he said as I frowned. “And why did you sympathize with me too?” I asked him who immediately turned to me.

I didn't feel even a shred of sympathy for any of them. If Rebecca hadn't overheard everything and even posted online to look for me out of kindness, I would have been the one getting torn apart by everyone right now. But Harry would never have let me off that easily. His ambition ran deep. He would have used that video to blackmail me endlessly, draining me dry piece by piece until my family had nothing left. Thinking back, everything between us had been premeditated from the very start.

I remained on my stand, seeing Hash fade from my sight. He promised to be back, still aiming to claim me as his. Deep within, his claim for me was just the same as the way Mark did. It didn't have any spark, unlike when Hadar claimed me as his; I was on cloud nine.

"What do you care anyway? You were the one that said he wasn't that into me anyway. Aren't you happy that I am no longer with him?" There was a long pause on the phone. "Hello?" "Gwen, I'm not the enemy here. I only wanted to check on you because I'm worried sick. I trust that you're smart enough and that you'd make a sound decision. Take your time. But please, come back. You still have your whole life ahead of you. What you're going through is only momentarily setback." and then the call ended.

"Come." It wasn't a request. He started walking and, after a moment's hesitation, I followed. He led me through a maze of hallways until we reached a private office. The moment the door closed behind us, the full weight of what had happened hit me. "I have a fated mate," I whispered. "So it would seem." Dante moved to a small bar in the corner and poured two glasses of whiskey. He handed one to me. I took a sip, grateful for the burn. "This is insane. A week ago, I thought I'd spend my life with Adrian. Now he's found his mate, I've found mine, and I just humiliated myself in front of the most powerful people in the region."

I was shaking so hard I wasn't sure if it was true. "Then get up. You're coming with me." He didn't touch me. He didn't offer me his hand. He just turned and walked toward the exit. He clearly expected me to follow. I stood on trembling legs and began to follow him. Then I looked back one last time at Sara's shocked pale face and the life I knew before. What other choice did I have other than to follow him? Was this salvation or doom?