Ride Or Die: The President’s Regret นิยาย & เรื่องราว

John said into the small microphone that was attached. John pulled a folder from his briefcase and began reading: “I, Jasper Marchetti, do hereby bequeath at the time of my death, all of my personal possessions, house, cars, jewelry, and following listed bank accounts to the woman I loved and cared about most in this world. The woman I hope that my successor, Don, will do everything he can to protect; the person I loved so much but didn’t get the chance to give her a ring… Vivian Reed.”

“We told him the ritual was unstable. We told him the consequences were unpredictable. We told him to stop.” “And he refused?” “Obviously,” he said without hesitation. “He believed the reward outweighed the danger.” I swallowed as his words settled on me. If there was one thing I understood about powerful people, it was how easily they convinced themselves sacrifice was worth it. Especially when they believed they were chasing something greater. The president stood again. Then slowly walked toward the window overlooking the mountains. “For years,” he said quietly, “I regretted not stopping him myself.” I stared at his back with a sense of understanding.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

“You can leave uncle Lucas, your wife, must really be waiting for your presence snce its been a while since you've both last met. I nodded, standing up from the side chair. Walking down the hallway, I could feel the suspense in the air. Something told me that whatever they were hiding had to do with something that could help me with the presidency. I walked down to the elevator and pressed the open button. The doors chimed open and I stepped in, my thoughts wild. Would the president survive this attack? I couldn't wait to actually have him die silently in the surgery and with a trick pull here and there from me, I could actually have the president seat to be fully mine. The president's death

A man still firmly in charge. They couldn’t see the fractures beneath the surface. They couldn’t see how close I was to splintering. Flashes exploded from a distance as I moved forward, guards holding the press back with firm efficiency. Eleanor’s guards. Every detail planned. Every movement is calculated. “Mr President!” “Is it true you’re responsible for your father-in-law’s death?” “What do you say to the claims that you’re a wolf?” “Over here, Mr President!” Their voices blended into noise. I didn’t acknowledge them. I slid my hands into my pockets and let my gaze drift across the cemetery instead.

Sarcasm added to the mix. "Not a day goes by that I don't feel regret but I can't change the past. Hailey, I'll beg of you, do not let this secret go out in public." He pleaded. "I'm not sure that's going to be possible, Mr. President." "Okay fine. How much do you want? I'll give you anything, please. I don't want the future of my children ruined." "And Celine? Is she not your child too? One that deserves a good life?"

Like what happened with his vines, he fell on the ground with his body stiff, blood no longer trickling at his neck, becoming rather frozen. Hera leaned at the wall with a sigh, closing her eyes as tears trickled past her cheeks. At last she was free, they were free. The fact of the president’s death had not yet sink in, but she knew soon enough it would come out as nothing but an ugly scar meant to be forgotten.

But the laughter didn’t last. Still, no one could top this pregnancy, except death. The word resounded in Tania’s mind, echoing with a menace she hadn’t intended to summon. Death. No. She shook it off. No one would harm her. Even in the game of the rich, even in their manipulations and scandals, death was not something to be toyed with. Life was too precious, hers and that of the supposed child she carried. She would not let fear rule her now. Not when she finally held something that made her matter.

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

Just stop giving me trouble! "If you have a problem, come at me. Andy's death was really just an accident. Why are you making things hard for an innocent young woman?"