Romans & histoires My Ex Kneels To Win Me Back

The anger, the hurt, the betrayal—it was all there, just beneath the surface. But then, something softened in her gaze. She stepped back, her hand resting on the doorframe. “You’re too late, Alexander. You had your chance. And you—” She shook her head, her voice trembling with the weight of everything she had been through. “You never saw what I gave up. What I sacrificed for you.” “I know,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “And I can’t undo it. But I can spend the rest of my life making it right if you’ll give me that chance.”

He drops his as well, and takes his body towards me, such that we face each other. "Estella, I'm so sorry for what happened, if you don't mind." He drops to his knees before me. I can't believe my eyes, a billionaire, fucking hot kneeling before me? I remember what I earlier had in my mind, he wouldn't mind going further to bring me back to my former disposition. Inside me, adrenaline is shooting, bubbling like hot water. I don't know if I should cry or laugh, smile or kneel beside me. The special thing is that it's not the Adrian that left me eight years ago that is kneeling before me, but a different Adrian. A completely gentle and caring man. I can tell he has the humility of the highest

If there really has to be a winner in this situation, I'll be the one to come out on top. Flynt gritted his teeth. "You want my other hand? You want me to kneel down and apologise? Over my dead body!" "Alright, then. I'll do it myself." Jepherson stretched his right hand out towards Flynt's only arm. Flynt managed to dodge, but his coat fell to the ground, exposing his only arm.

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

There I went. "Kneel." I knelt. The elevator doors opened, Desiree stepped out, turned to gaze into my eyes then cruelly smiled as the doors shut and the elevator continued up. The looks I got from women as they accessed the device was priceless. It took a while for one to break the silence. "What are you doing?" she inquired. "My boss told me to kneel here," I explained, "so here I kneel. In nine hours, if I can still walk, I'm going home and taking a long, hot bath."

Edward looked at me and smiled as he got to his feet and closed the distance between us. “Look, Edward, I know you want us to be a real family, but we already tried once and it didn’t work out. I don’t think it can work out again.” He shook his head. “How about we make it work this time?” I shook my head. I still resisted until the day he tricked me into reliving our first meeting. He set up all these hotel halls and the same music that we used for the first time that we met, the same flowers, and the same way he pretended to spill his drink. And there was Selena all dressed up as a flower girl, clutching her petals as she came to me.

That evening, I arrived at the gala in a sharp suit, accompanied by Gwen, the blonde with striking blue eyes. To my surprise, I saw a familiar face. Clara noticed me too. She gently set down her wine glass and walked toward me. I instinctively turned to leave, but the lights of the venue suddenly focused on me, and the room fell silent. From behind, I heard her voice. I turned to see Clara kneeling on one knee. She carefully opened a red velvet box. "Bruce, I want everyone here to witness my love for you. Will you give me another chance to let me pursue you?"

Passersby slowed their pace, whipping out their phones to record the melodrama unfolding on the sidewalk. I stood there, propping one hand on my hip, looking down at his kneeling form with pure, unadulterated disgust. "Get up, Kevin," I said, my voice ice-cold. "You're embarrassing yourself." "I won't get up until you forgive me!" Kevin sobbed theatrically, reaching out with trembling hands to grab the hem of my designer trousers. "I know you still love me, Elena! You only married that cold, terrifying monster to make me jealous! But you don't have to live in that golden cage anymore!"

“I miss you…very much…” And those words slowly broke every cage she had built up since the divorce. Destroyed every strength she had and everything was slowly falling off, revealing the soft, tender woman he got married to. “Adrian…” her voice shook as tears fell effortlessly. “You don't get to say that now…” “I know baby…but give me another chance.” “You have Vanessa. The woman you chose over me.” “Just give me another chance baby…forget Vanessa. And I'll never pick anything over you again.”

I muttered and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me. “I know you probably think I do not mean it, but I do. I wasn't doing too well yesterday, but I can make it up to you. I could even kneel,” he said, and before I could respond, he was already making an attempt to kneel. What the fuck? “What the hell are you doing?” I screamed in surprise, yanking my arm away from him. “We’re not even that close or friends and you're doing all this? Are you okay? Why would you kneel for me? Did you forget you are royalty?”