روايات وقصص ضمن Ride Or Die: The President’s Regret

“You still have one choice left.” I laughed weakly. “A choice?” “Yes. Fight.” I slammed my hand against the desk hard enough to rattle the glass. “With what?!” I shouted. “Hope?! Patriotism?! Speeches?!” My breathing became uneven. “We are outmatched in every possible way. Every weapon we build becomes his weapon. Every system we create becomes his system. There’s no battlefield left to defend!” The room fell silent again. Finally Eli spoke. “If you surrender… history will remember you as the president who handed America away.”

Carlson didn't notice my expression and continued, "Do you know about the Phoenix International Piano Competition held last month? President Bryce personally went to France, and reporters caught him going to Irene's room in the middle of the night and not coming out all night. Do you think they're like dry wood and a raging fire?" "Carlson!" I couldn't listen anymore and suddenly interrupted him. "You go out first, I'll finish reading the file and find you later." "Oh, okay," Carlson saw my unhappy expression and regretted speaking so recklessly in front of me. I was President Bryce's former chief secretary, and my heart naturally leaned towards my boss. Wasn't he looking for trouble by goss

"It was my fault. I let things happen to Miss Daisy." It wasn't really Mrs. Hayes's fault. She just loved Mama too much. Everyone here was crying. They were all in pieces. I drifted around the room, but I couldn't wipe anyone's tears for them. I think Daisy did something wrong again. At the funeral. The girl in the open casket was wearing a pretty dress, her eyes closed. She looked like me, and didn't look like me. Pa came in. He was dragging one leg behind him. The second he saw me lying there in the box, his face lit up, and he rushed over.

She wanted to spend her last days with me, to have some peace and quiet. "I said yes, of course. Then I watched as the sickness took her away, bit by bit, until she was gone. "I'm the one who sent that message." Janet showed him the chat on the phone again. "Lily got so sick she couldn't even text back, but she was really looking forward to this wedding. "She couldn't see anymore, but I wanted to make her dream come true, so I told you to get ready." Edison's eyes were stuck on the dark letters of the report, and a cold feeling spread from his fingers to his heart.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.

This wasn’t just about her reaching this point, this was about timing, about her arriving at exactly the moment they expected. “Who are they,” she asked, because at this point the question mattered more than anything else, and this time the silence stretched longer than before. Then finally. “The ones who don’t miss twice,” he said. Her grip tightened hard on the wheel as her car rolled closer to the opening, the space narrowing into a single path that didn’t feel like an exit, didn’t feel like a choice, just something she was being pulled into whether she wanted it or not. “And this,” she said quietly, her voice steady but sharper now, “this is where it ends for them.”

We washed and changed before sleeping. ••••••••• The next morning we woke up and got the news from one of the doctors treating Ryan that he couldn’t make it. He lost a lot of blood on his way to the hospital and eventually died while they were operating on him and surprisingly I didn’t feel anything after getting that news. ~~~~~~~~ I hope I didn't make anyone mad with the few chapters. I apologize if I did🙏🫶❤️

Ten years ago, I died in a shootout. My men recovered my body. I left behind only one daughter. My husband, Colton Rinaldi, found our daughter selling cigars at the docks. Under the blazing sun, she was drenched in sweat. The wooden crates had rubbed her shoulders raw and bloody. Colton's face fell. He pulled her aside. Then he demanded, beside himself with rage, "Why are you doing hard labor here? Where is your mother? How could she dump you in a place like this? "She's so damn selfish!" Mia Rinaldi had never seen him before. She stared at him, bewildered. "Who are you? Do you want a cigar? They're cheap." Colton lifted the crate off her shoulders. The veins on the backs of his hands bulged

I'd rather die now with honor than to live in the shadow of disgrace. And disgrace hung over his head. He had bungled the plan to eliminate the senator in a very disgraceful way. There was no doubt he deserved to be hanged, to be ridiculed. His intentions had been patriotic, but nothing had gone as he had planned. There had been trials, accusations, and public outrage. He had served the strong man with honor and integrity for so many years, but because of one error, a flick of an irreversible error, and the events went into a different direction- It toppled his president down from power.

A plan she had initially concocted, before her fallout with Dinah and Tessa. Now she was sorely regretting everything, and it hurt so badly. So fucking badly. By now, Dinah would be done with Sara. They would have taken the illicit pictures, framing Sara up, and probably dumped her half conscious body somewhere around. She replayed the plan over, and over in her head, and the more she remembered everything, she cursed her existence too.