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

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

"Jerry, I haven't officially resigned yet. Give me some of that work." Jerry waved his hand dismissively. "Absolutely not! If you get worn out and something goes wrong, even if the President doesn't kill me, I’ll be assassinated by the Lawrence and Qiao families. Please, don't bury any landmines for me." Candice: "...You're being dramatic." Jerry: "No, this is the conservative estimate. I've already imagined the President being very gentle; in reality, he’d be the first to skin me alive." Candice: "............"

And deep down— There was only one truth he refused to admit. This wasn’t just curiosity. This wasn’t strategy. This wasn’t about power. It was something far more dangerous. Something he hadn’t expected. Regret.

His expression had darkened and his voice ran cold. It was so cold that Cara shuddered. It was always strange to her when she saw that side of him. “Is that what you did to my dad?” Chris questioned. “Did you threaten him like that and force him to invest in Cara's business?” “He simply saw potential in Carina's company and willingly wanted to invest. He kept his personal feelings away from work unlike some people.” Romeo's voice was too cool for Chris. Chris wanted to sound just as calm and collected but he was shaking with anger. It burnt him up from the inside and Romeo's cool demeanor and voice fueled the flames.

How on earth did boss come up with this suicidal idea? “I’ve to kill her, she’s the job I did twenty-three years ago, and I regret not killing her that time now karma is coming back to bite me,” he said with a frown. “The president has only one son which is that surgeon and I haven’t heard any news about his engagement or wedding.”

“No, Alison, I’m not going back there. And why do you have a file already prepared for this? You know I would never consent to it, even if they are paying me a hundred times my rate.” “Meadow, I’m not saying you are wrong for not wanting to go back to the L.A. I know you have a lot of bad memories there. But what about the innocent patient that’s about to die if you don’t perform his surgery? Have you forgotten the oath you took to save lives? You are not going back for those people that offended you, you are going back to save the life of a patient.” “And I’m doing exactly that—I'm saving lives here too. And besides, my schedule is filled.”

I shot back. His shoulders slumped, but he wasn’t ready to give up. “Isabel, please,” he began, his voice thick with emotion. “What’s going on? How are you connected to the Sullivan family?” “That,” I said, my tone as sharp as a blade, “is none of your business.” He flinched but didn’t back down. “I’ve been living with regret every day for the past three years,” he confessed, his voice breaking. “I was wrong, Isabel. So wrong. And I’ve spent every moment since wishing I could take it all back.”

I wanted to ask him to stop Cameron from hurting himself. On the other end of the line, Jack sounded overjoyed, but his voice was wrapped in deep exhaustion. “Laura, I’m so happy... You actually—” Before he could finish, I heard a loud thud. “Something’s wrong! Mr. Spencer just fainted!” Hearing the chaos on the other end, I silently hung up the phone. But in the very next second, a trending topic popped up on the news. The ever-pragmatic Mr. Spencer, who never believed in gods or spirits, had knelt and bowed every few steps through the pouring rain, making his way toward a famous shrine, wishing only for one life in exchange for another.