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

he asked. My mind registers what he said, but it only took me a minute to have those flashes of us again playing at the back of my mind. I bit my lip and met his gaze. “President.” One word. President gave me those flash drives together with the old journal of the late senator, but I won’t be saying that. I needed to read the journal because I needed to know what happened before. His forehead creased as he heard what I said. “No, he didn’t,” he said, and now is my moment to have my forehead creased into confusion.

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

“And now he’s gone.” Raffaele reached out, his hand warm on hers. “We all have regrets. But maybe, through what we’re doing, you can honor his memory.” “I know what he was doing was dangerous,” I said with my jaw tight. “But Iraq needs this. I refuse to let my country be bled dry and sold out for cheap while the wolves fatten and feast.” I shook my head. “What the Americans did during the 2003 invasion was unforgivable. Plunder, robbery, chaos—they drove the economy into a bottomless pit.”

“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.

I continue before I can be cut off, “yet no one has ever seen Ruby’s mother. No president in Lacertia’s history has hidden his wife from the public, so how are you any different from the so-called ‘immoral’ men you criticize? Are you ashamed of your wife?” The press scattered around are eating up my question, cameras swinging to take pictures of the woman daring enough to ask it, then back to capture the president’s reaction. He looks as arrogant and confident as always, and I know I’m the only who can see his mind churning. I did this for my job, for Henry’s campaign. But I’m sure from Aaron’s twisted perspective, he’s replaying my threat to his image if he didn’t stay away from me. And now

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

“I know, Ariel. I know that I have hurt you and I know it's not easy for you to forgive me. I regret that night, every day and night. I cry in secret when I am alone, questioning everything. Why did I do this to you? Why did I ask you to abort our child? All this time I blamed myself for the miscarriage and the thing I regret the most is that I left you for a bitch like Fiona and married her. She was with me just for the money, I should have listened to my parents and your warnings. She was nothing more than a gold digger and a year ago she came to the house with a guy in her arms and demanded a divorce, claiming that she never loved me, she loved my money. I gave her the divorce and she t

When I was five, my elder sister, Mabel, lost the use of both legs saving me in a car accident. From that day on, there was one thing my parents said to me more than anything else. “You ruined Mabel’s life.” When I got into a top university, Mabel locked herself in her room and cried all night. My mother, eyes red from crying, tore my acceptance letter to pieces. “Wait until Mabel can walk again. Then you can go to college.” So I spent sixteen hours a day delivering food, saving every penny for Mabel’s rehabilitation. When my stomach pain became so bad I could barely stand, my parents accused me of being jealous of Mabel’s nutritional supplements and faking it for attention. I secret

“What if I don’t want to run? “And then you die,” I answered flatly. Diego looked at me, weighing his choices. He was a proud man, but pride meant nothing in this world. Not when death was the sole option. For a moment, he did not respond. Then he ran a hand through his hair, blowing air through his lips. “I’ve made mistakes,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I pursued the wrong people. I thought I was shining a light on corruption.”