Ride Or Die: The President’s Regret Novels & Stories

he answered back. “ Redeem himself?” The president rolled up the sleeve of his suit and looked at his watch before standing up. He finished the meal, but I wasn’t finished yet. I waited for his answers but none came. “ President?” I asked in a stern voice, gone is the father that I used to love. It’s the president. Just president. “He caused the death of that late senator, Amara. You don’t know him that much,” he mentioned and I stilled. What the fuck do I need to know about Major Sullivan? He’s perfect and I love him. Nothing about him will tell me otherwise.

Father said that he is sad because he couldn't witness my wedding in person as the father who had looked after me all this time," Rachel whispered in a trembling voice holding back tears. Mrs Tom smiled sweetly. "do not be sad dear." … Calvin sat pensively at his desk in the office. His head was spinning, his brain was muddled. Because of the conflict between him and his cousin-in-law, Rapheal, his life was completely destroyed. Even Calvin almost lost everything. Flashback on. "Forgive me in dvance, Calvin." said the President with a heavy heart. "Today I took the decision to stop you from government as a member of the DPR."

“Don’t feel bad over something that we both know was not your fault. Let’s just keep this away and focus on what we are seeing, okay? I’ll handle the scandals while you try to stay out of one. “There’s nothing these press guys love more than waiting for you to make a mistake so they can catch you on camera and use it against you. Even I am not safe, and I’m the president of this crazy country.” She laughed while I hugged her more. “Don’t bother yourself too much about this. I’ve got this.” We kissed before leading each other to the couch. *** Delia’s POV “Are you even listening to me?!” I yelled at my father who was drinking a bottle of whiskey without a glass cup. He was drowning himself in

the First Lady sighed. "The president is dying, right?" Beatriz rudely blurted out again. "But didn't they say Liana finished building the mechanical heart and the president was saved? So why is this happening..." At this point, Beatriz exploded again and went after Liana. "Liana, if anything happens to the president, then you're dead! Why didn't you say you found the material and insisted on doing things behind everyone's back? Are you so desperate for that credit? I'm telling you, this time you not only failed to do it, but you'll die without even knowing why!"

Not with fear he didn’t fear anything but with pressure. “You think I wanted this?” he continued. “Do you believe I planned for my name, my company, my reputation to be dissected because of a single night?” Her chest tightened. “So you regret it?” Adrian froze. A muscle in his jaw ticked. “I do not regret the solution,” he said finally. “I regret the timing. I regret the chaos. But you” He stopped himself. “Elara,” he said softer, “regret is not the word.”

He wanted to punch the corpse and knock it away from him and his mother, but he couldn’t do anything. The only thing that President Chang and her son could do was hold hands and pray not to be killed. Both Kevin and his mother had their eyes shut. President Chang tried to imagine that she and her son were somewhere else. She tried to imagine that she and Kevin were somewhere happier. It was difficult for the president to ignore her husband’s dried-up resurrected corpse snapping its teeth in her face. She tried to stay positive by believing that if she and her son died tonight, at least they would be reunited with her husband in heaven. President Chang didn’t want to die. She didn’t want her

RAINA Alex had to have gone mad. Completely unhinged, and he seemed barely able to recognize it. His anger, though, wasn’t what had thrown me off balance—it was the regret flashing in his eyes. Regret, as if he had the right to feel any of it after all this time. I had no use for his regret now. If anything, I wanted him to regret nothing, to see his mistakes clearly so that his guilt wouldn’t interfere with what needed to be done. I’d made a grave error myself, though.

“I came here tonight in good faith. I listened, and I considered your company carefully.” I paused briefly, my expression composed. “But I will not forget this humiliation.” My voice was calm, but the weight of my words made the air feel colder. Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away. “Miss Sinclair…wait!” Clyde called out almost immediately, but I did not stop. “Charlotte, please…listen to me!” he continued, his footsteps quick behind me as he followed. But I did not look back. Not even once. Because he had just lost a 30 billion dollar investment. All because of Flora Blair.

But he’d only done so because of the pressure his father had put on him. Now, Regis understood his father needed to hear something from him—an acknowledgment. “I’m sorry for disappointing you, Dad. But I don’t regret my decision.” “You don’t just owe me an apology, Regis. Apologize to the entire Royal Dragon! To those you’ve abandoned! To Jack and the others, you killed—just for that woman!” Diego’s anger exploded. That morning, he had seen Jack’s corpse, left outside the Royal Dragon gate by Regis’ men. To Diego, it felt like his son was sending a message: I can kill anyone you send.