My Ex Kneels To Win Me Back Novels & Stories

“You gave me this necklace with our initials. It was your first gift to me back then.” I stared at the necklace, something deep inside me stirring. Flashes of memories started coming back, late nights studying together, stolen kisses behind the library, laughter in the rain, and a tearful goodbye at the airport. “You mean… I am the ex you were talking about?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He dropped to one knee so suddenly that even the guards tensed. “Please.” The word came out raw. “I’m begging you. I know I don’t deserve it. I know I’m the last person who should be standing in a place like this asking for anything. But I love you. I never stopped. Seeing you on that screen with him....watching you smile at another man the way you used to smile at me...it broke something. I can’t live with it. Take me back. We can leave the country. Start over. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it right.” The sight of him on his knees should have moved her. Once, it might have.

I screamed, tears streaming down my face. The car sped off, wind whipping my hair across my face. I sank onto the curb, shoulders trembling, tears sliding silently down my cheeks. I had hoped, even prayed, that one day he might love me the way he once loved Clara. I thought of I stayed by his side long enough, if I have him everything I had, he would eventually forget her. I though would be easy. But I was wrong. Three years of being his wife meant nothing now that Clara had returned. He still chose that woman over. It was as if he had forgotten everything Clara had done when she left, and all the sacrifices I had made just to stay by his side.

My bestie was a hopeless romantic. “If we give him money, he’ll surely reconcile with me!” “Do I need to give him money too?” “Yes. If he doesn’t say yes, we’ll kneel downstairs in his block to beg him!” “Do I kneel, too?” “Yes. That’ll look more sincere. If he still doesn’t say yes, we’ll both die before him!” “Must I die as well?” “Yes, you must. He hates your guts the most!” Huh? Did the truth about my bestie meeting my online boyfriend in my stead and him unwittingly ending up being a trap dad get discovered?

My knees buckled beneath me, and I sank hard onto the floor right in the hallway, letting out a ragged, agonizing sob. "Please..." I choked out, pressing my hands against my lower stomach as the pain tore through me. "Please don't leave like this... Take your anger out on me! Hate me all you want! You can abandon the lawsuit, you can walk away from me forever... but please, don't punish Vincent." Ethan froze mid-step, his back to me.

"I'm kneeling! Are you happy now?" I just stared at him, feeling absolutely no pity. "You look exactly where you belong." "I just kneeled for you, Abby!" he pleaded, his voice cracking with a terrifying, delusional hope. "Doesn't this prove it? Doesn't this prove that I'm better than him? Would you now come back to me?! I did everything you asked!" I let out a dry, humorless laugh. "You think bending your knees for five seconds erases a lifetime of betrayal?"

“Ah, stop it. Nobody takes me seriously. Everybody knows that he would have made you his successor if he could-” “But he can’t,” I interrupt him. “YOU are the right person for the job.” He looks up at me with sad eyes and I squeeze his shoulder. “Come on now, idiot. Time to party!” *** “If I can have a minute of your precious time,” my father smiles as he is already raising his glass of champagne to the crowd turning towards him. With a hearty gesture, he gets me to move to his side, and he hugs me close. “Thank you all for coming and celebrating the return home of my wonderful daughter. Even if she changed her hair, I‘m still hoping to get her to stay definitely.”

I pounded so hard, slamming, fucking and drilling her hole while my hands slipped around her throat, choking her. When I was close, I pulled out, watching as she dropped on her knees, before opening her mouth wide enough for me to slide in, I shot my come in with some dropping over her nipples. Her eyes turned misty as she peered up at me. “ Why did you kneel?” I questioned. “ I wanted to get it off” “ What did you mean?” “ I knew you fucked her here, so I wanted our time together to get that image off your head, I want it to just be of me and you and not of Dezreel”

What's he up to now? “I'll read.” The man said as he got on his knees, /”Paige, my dear lovely wife. I know it's been hard on you lately. That's why I want you to relax, please will you accompany me to a party tomorrow night?” Paige was fuming, “Tell him I said no.!” The deliveryman watched with an amused smile on his face as he watched Paige walked away. He brought his phone and dialled a number. “She rejected the gift, sir.”

Immediately I withdrew my hands and took a step back, earning a pout and frown from her as she stared at me in disappointment. “ On you kneels ” I ordered as I placed my hands in my pockets. “ Huh??? ” “ Get on you kneels bitch and finish what you started this morning ” I growled. She paused for a second before smiling so wide as she went down sensationally and unzipped my pants. Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck …it's gonna be quite a long day