My Ex Kneels To Win Me Back Novels & Stories

“What do you think you're doing now? It looks like you still own me. Do you really think you have the right to pry into my private life simply because you paid me after the divorce?" He kneeled in front of me, “Give me a second chance, I promise that I’ll treat you better and I won’t ever ever hurt you again.” My mouth parted in shock as I saw him kneeling in front of me. I tried to pull him up and asked, “What are you doing? Stand up, Arman.” “No, I’m not going to stand up if you’re not giving me a second chance. Please, I’ll do everything to have your heart back. Just give me this chance.” he said, begging me sincerely.

Breathing in deeply, I’d like to speak, but my throat feels too raspy to even function. “You should get up now.” Only as he speaks my brain gets a little kick to notice that he is down on one knee. I open my mouth to speak, but only get to draw a shaky breath. Blinking repeatedly, I stare at him agape. “I don’t think I’ll be able to.” I say lowly, making him chuckle. “But this is how it works, babe. You have to stand and have me kneel down for you.” Shaking my head, I turn around feeling wobbly. I sit on my heels and watch him lift his hand to the box with a sigh.

Would she ever forgive him? Did he even deserve to be forgiven? ****** At the Sinclair estate, Mrs. Sinclair stood in her grand living room, staring at the television in disbelief. The news broadcast played before her, showing her son, her proud, arrogant son, on his knees, begging Cassia for another chance. Begging to get back together. Did that even make sense? Her fingers dug into the armrest of the couch as she read the caption: "DARVAN SINCLAIR PUBLICLY HUMILIATED AS EX-LOVER WALKS AWAY WITH HIS UNCLE, WHO HAPPENS TO BE HER FIANCÉ."

Liam licked my hand and I had to let him go. "That you are my girlfriend?" He asked with his head cocked to one side. "I am not," I said and Liam only drew me closer to him. "Why are you so surprised? I thought I told you I wouldn't be holding back anymore," Liam said and I remember when he said that. It was when he kneeled to me to take him back, which I refused. Getting him on his knees is like a dream come true for me and I can't trade it for anything because the scene was satisfying.

Everyone in the room applauded enthusiastically. “Aww, Laird…” I whispered to myself, cupping my hands in front of my mouth. He then mentioned everyone who had supported them—investors, family, friends, even Bravo the sugar glider. After the three of them finished their acceptance speech, they disappeared behind the stage. After some time passed, they returned to their seats beside me. Laird immediately hugged me and kissed my cheeks and lips. He repeatedly whispered words of thanks to me. Then he kneeled down to my protruding belly and kissed it.

However, Ophelia’s next words completely crushed her confidence. “Does he even consider you his wife, Sierra?” She scoffed before bursting into chuckles. Sierra’s face paled as she was unable to respond to Ophelia’s question. Ophelia dropped her smile before looking at Sierra. “Look, I know that you were forced to take my place because of Papa and marry Rigel. I'm ready to forgive you for that but it's time for you to step down, Sierra. Give him back to me.” Ophelia demanded while crossing her arms over her chest. Her expression told Sierra she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

His presence drew every eye. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for honoring my invitation tonight.” The crowd clapped politely. The cameras zoomed closer, waiting for the grand kneel. Hilda’s heart thudded so hard. She clung to his hand, her eyes shimmering, already rehearsing her answer. But Hayden didn’t kneel. He didn’t smile. Instead, he drew in a breath, and his words shattered the night. “I met Hilda three years ago… when I was still married to Briella Milton.”

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.

His face drained of color as they whispered among themselves. Lyra’s voice carried from the crowd. “Hey, Luther! Don’t forget your promise.” A few spectators snickered. He stiffened. “What promise?” Lyra smirked, folding her arms. “You said if she lost, she’d kneel and apologize. Now, you have lost. You must kneel.” All eyes turned to him. For a moment, pride flashed across his face but then he exhaled sharply, walked up to me, and went down on one knee. “You won,” he muttered, meeting my gaze. “I underestimated you. I’m sorry.”

"You must find Galata and bring her, and you should take the opportunity to win her over with gestures; women love that. Let me give you some tips; I used them to win your mom back; in the end, she fell at my feet." He was just arriving at his parents' house, and his mom was coming down the stairs and overheard. "Excuse me? I fell at your feet? You're crazy, Nick! You were the one who crawled like a worm begging for my forgiveness," she expressed with a defiant look on her face. "Of course, I can have you on your knees whenever I want," he said mischievously, while Sophia's face turned crimson with embarrassment.