Protect Him At All Costs Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to protect me anymore.” His eyes flickered, pain, pride, and something dangerously close to heartbreak. “That’s where you’re wrong,” he said. “Protecting you isn’t something I can stop. I promised to Mom and Dad that I will protect you from anyone. We promised that to them.” The air between them grew heavier, the silence trembling with words neither dared to say. Finally, he stepped back, jaw tightening as he straightened his cuffs. His control returned, polished, precise, professional. The Valmere mask slipping back into place.

“And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.” What did he just say? I’ll be living in this unknown place starting today? And the heir of the Ambroise family? I disagree. I can’t just leave my comfort zone just like that. You can’t just leave me this responsibility. “I don’t agree with this,” I argued with my father, but he didn’t care. “You have to listen to me this time,” my father calmly told me, which took me back. His eyes were begging as if there wasn’t tomorrow. “It’s for your protection. Please listen to my selfish request.”

It felt like the strongest, safest structure in the world. “Listen to me,” he commanded, his voice deep and solemn. “You do not have to be perfect for me. You simply have to be you. And the day that man, your father, tries to harm that light inside you again, I will move heaven and earth to shield you. I will dismantle his entire infrastructure, piece by piece, if he dares touch you with that coldness again. You are under my protection now.”

She shrank back in fear but he sat on the bed. “Sit down, I am here to talk not fight.” He said, patting the space besides him. She sat away from him. “I know you want to leave, but you can’t, for your own good. The Conti’s are mad at you for disgracing Mia, if you leave they will not stop until they find you and make you pay.” “But I had nothing to do with that, you are the one who planned everything.” “Which is why I will help you fix it. Go along with my plan and you will be safe.”

“I’m still mad you didn’t call me. But I’m even more mad at them—for making you think you had to turn into someone you’re not just to keep the people you love breathing.” Her breath hitched against his neck. “We’re going to fix this,” he said. And this time, there was steel in it—the same steel he used when he negotiated contracts and refused to bend to executives. “You’re not going to steal from me. You’re not going to face them alone. You’re going to let me do what I should have done the second your name hit a screen.” “What’s that?” she whispered. “Protect you,” he said. “Properly. With all the tools I have. Not just a song and a burger and a ride home.”

I had to protect him, quietly, in secret. I thought of all the ways I could keep him safe. I could watch everything he drank. I could check his food. I could stay close to him the whole day and make sure he didn’t take anything from the wrong people. I had to. My mind was clear. I would do anything to protect him. I watched him train for a long time, my chest heavy. He was strong, more than anyone else, but even the strongest could fall if someone sabotaged him. I couldn’t let that happen. My lips trembled, and I whispered softly, almost like a prayer:

I stared at him. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe we’re okay now,” I told him. He smiled warmly. “I promise to always take care of you. I’ll do everything I can to protect you, even if it costs me my life, baby,” he said, cupping my face. He sounded serious. I suddenly felt anxious. He’s done so much for me—saving me from Leo and Andrew. I don’t want there to be a time when he chooses me over himself.

I didn't forget,but reminding him of it was not appropriate right now. "You cannot throw her into your world any further. She'll drown in it and you'll end up losing her completely." "I won't lose her." His slumped shoulders now straightened. "I'll protect her." "From what?" I scorned. "Everything…everyone…" he brushed his hands in his messy hair. "No one is going to hurt her except for you. How will you protect her from yourself if you want to be with her?" "I'm …I don't hurt her." He defended.

My face was probably flushed through the entire explanation but it got even worse when his hand came up and he tipped my chin up to look at him. “Be safe. Don’t do anything stupid. If anything happens, you fight. Don’t give anyone the satisfaction of your death, do you understand?” I nodded slowly. “I told you before, but I’m telling you again. You are my zhena. I will protect you at all costs whether it be me or my men. Just as you made a vow to me, I vowed to aways keep you safe. Text me or call me whenever you want, no matter the time.”

He had looked at her from across the room and said: you too. She had frowned at that, not understanding. He had not explained it. He sat in the blue light and was still, and thought about what it meant to protect something that didn't belong to you yet—and might not, after tonight—and decided that he would protect it anyway, because that was what you did with things that mattered. You protected them whether or not they were yours. Outside, the sun was going down