Novel & Cerita Making My Ex Kneel And Beg

"You aren't married." "I was," I lied without blinking, wrapping the false story tightly around myself like armor. "His father passed away. So it's just the two of us now." The shock on Ethan’s face lingered for only a fraction of a second before it vanished, replaced by an unreadable, dangerous dark look. Without a word, he walked out from behind his executive desk, taking heavy, deliberate steps toward me. Instinctively, I backed up until my spine hit the cold, hard wood of the mahogany doors. "What are you doing?" I snapped, my breath hitching. "Keep your distance, Mr. Rothwell. Be professional."

He hid it fast, tucking it away behind a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, but I caught it anyway, a flash of something that looked almost like grief. "Congratulations, Anna." "Nate…" "I mean it." He stood before I could say anything else, already moving toward the door, his shoulders a little more rigid than they'd been walking in. "I'm happy for you. Really." He didn't sound happy. He sounded like a man doing his very best to be generous about something that was quietly breaking something inside him, and I sat there on that bed long after he'd left the room, hating myself for the lie sitting between us like something I couldn't take back now.

I mumbled under my breath and clicked my tongue. “What did you just say?” “Is this the approach you should have when you're begging for something? Shouldn't you be humble and maybe… Even go down on your knees and beg?” I leaned forward, placing my elbows on my knees. “Rhea, you…!” “Ah, if you don't want to kneel, then that's fine, you don't have to. However, if you want me to get the company back for you, I can do it…” I trailed off.

I took a few steps and bent to pick them up as the tears I fought to hold back dripped on the divorce papers. I packed them up, Armstrong's signature was on the divorce papers. I nodded, for the first time in a while I felt free. I forced them inside my handbag and made my way out. I hailed a cab. “Mace estate, please,” I said as I shoved in. I closed my eyes, trying to get over with Armstrong and all, for good. My phone began ringing. I took it out of my bag and glanced at it. It was Toby. I slid the green button and placed it in my eyes.

"Look Cole, don't break up with her, she really likes you and I know you like her too." "Kneel." I ordered. "What?" He looked confused. "If you don't want me to leave her then beg. Grovel. Kneel." I ordered again. He immediately fell to the ground, leaving me surprised. I was just trying to tease him a bit since I had the upper hand, I didn't think he'd actually do it. I knew how proud he was and this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, I reached for my phone on the table next to me and took a picture of this golden moment.

Nobody was pretending to look elsewhere. His legs went. It happened fast. He just went down onto one knee and then the other. He was on the floor of the auction house looking up at me and his face had nothing left in it that was performing anything. "Please," he said. "I will do anything. Whatever you want. I will sign everything, i will say everything publicly. Just stop please." I looked down at him. I had imagined this moment. In the clinic in Switzerland. On bad nights when the physio had broken something in me that needed to be broken to heal. I had imagined exactly this. Cassian Thorne on his knees.

My tone was intense, unwavering. I saw how he swallowed the lump in his throat, a drop of sweat already forming and sliding down his forehead. He looked uncomfortable now, exposed. “And secondly,” I added, pausing deliberately, “I’d like you to do it.” “Do what?” he asked, confused. “You just said you can go on your knees to beg me for forgiveness,” I said calmly. “I’d like you to do that.” His eyes widened slightly. “The same knees you bent to engage Melissa years ago,” I continued, my voice filled with venom. “You’re going to bend them to beg.”

" The woman's friends agreed with her. I don't want to kneel in front of her since I wasn't the one who started bullying me out of nowhere, and I know they're going to disgrace me even more in front of everyone by accusing me of insulting someone important in the ceremony. "I am truly sorry for everything I have said to you, please don't make me kneel," I begged the woman. When she saw how I begged her to forgive me, the woman grinned smugly in front of me and said, "Well, instead of kneeling, you could crawl and bark like a dog, and then I'll reconsider forgiving you," as she offered me an ultimatum to decide. what?! Duke’s POV

he said. "Kneel. Crawl and beg me," I smirked. He hesitated but slowly nodded. He started to kneel and crawl in front of me. My eyes shine again with happiness, finally! I finally made him crawl to me. This is what I really want! I want this so much. When he reached my feet, I laughed loudly. It's so funny. "How is it? How does it feel to kneel in front of others and have them laugh at you?" I continued to laugh.

Evander continued calmly, “then you’ll secure a contract for Elowin with Seattle’s top agency.” Thalina frowned, confusion knitting her brows. “H-how?” she asked before she could stop herself. Evander stared at her like the answer was obvious and something about that look made her heart drop. “Offer your body to the director and sleep with him. Only then will I agree to the divorce.”