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

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.

When he heard Eric's comment, he could not help but interrupt, "How is that considered close in age, Mr. Chilton? You shouldn't lie to yourself." Eric glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the driver laughing happily. He felt slightly exasperated. "Don't do this to me, Lowry." "Fine, fine. I'll stop talking. Please continue!" Eric finally looked away from Lowry and continued where he left off. "Even though we’ve never really crossed paths, we ended up being husband and wife. You don't need to be afraid of me. Just talk to me like we're a normal couple. I'll listen to everything my wife has to say and be a good and responsible husband."

He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack. He had no idea that the "pathetic" wife he'd discarded could buy and sell him a hundred times over. He had no idea that "Phantom"—the genius everyone wanted to recruit, the legend no one could find—was currently sitting in a $49 motel room with tear tracks on her face and vengeance in her heart. Liora stirred, her grief transmuting into something sharper. Something hungrier. Show them, she whispered. Show them all. I closed the laptop and lay back on the lumpy motel bed, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. Tomorrow, I would start the process of burning my old life to ash

“Jensen… sorry…” Her eyes were red as she raised her hand and slapped herself. “I am sorry… I regretted it for the past three years… please forgive me. Please look at me one more time…” I rolled down the window halfway and looked at her with a cold expression. “Chelsea, do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of my wife? Do not come near me and disgust me again. I do not want to see you. Do not insult the word regret. You do not deserve it.”

Blood oozed from his hands, but he continued on as if oblivious to the pain. I floated silently behind him. I watched Lamont bury his face in his hands and weep. I watched the blood from his fingers stain his face. I watched him as he was covered in dust and grit. What was the point of regretting it at this moment? The damage was already done. Rescue workers and police arrived and pinned Lamont down. He broke down and was mad with grief. “Calm down, Mr. Steward! “This is dangerous. Let us handle it, okay?”

I didn’t move, didn’t smile, but the thought rooted itself in me like a seed. He continued, his voice low and even. “Imagine watching him lose a deal he fought years for. Imagine being the reason. The woman he doesn’t even recognize, quietly undoing what he built. You wouldn’t have to scream, or beg, or ask for revenge. You’d just have to exist in the right place, at the right time.” I exhaled slowly. “That sounds… cruel” I said, though a faint spark of excitement betrayed me. “Is it?” he asked.

“All that I hope…is there is some ray of hope left…..I don’t need much, people….just a little bit of kindness and peace would suffice….that is all I asked for….but instead………I was served with a plate of just a harsh reality…The Fleet that I was on….that supposed to be a peaceful voyage…were then attacked….savagely, mercilessly…..my people were killed before me…my soldiers died in water…I can still vividly remembered their screams….their unwillingness…their wails for help……The people and the Nation that I helped, had turned savage….they have forgotten what has us given them….they have forgotten…the kindness that we had offered them….…” Like the sound of everyone sadness and gut wrench

They runs to beat them again but Adair was one step ahead of them, he took Gatlin and Arya and boarded the helicopter, but they started throwing stones at it and one man from the crowd fired a bullet perfectly on that helicopter’s fan and that helicopter falls down from the cliff turning into the ashes. That man was nonother but Ross just now he reached here and shoot as soon as he saw them running, “everyone leave this site, killing them was Government’s order and they deserve to die” everyone agreed with Ross and left, and news broke like fire in an accident President and Vice President died.

He can not let them down. How will I be able to face these people again if I know that I am responsible for taking their president away from them? “Can we talk privately?” I requested, darting another quick look around us. They were all waiting for me. Suddenly I felt uncomfortable. I would rather bargain with him in private. I felt exposed here. “No,” Regor said vehemently. His voice may sound harsh, yet his look told me otherwise. He had a knowing look on his face. “I want them to see how much you are willing to sacrifice for this country. I want everyone in this room, and the public knows that the woman they blame for this catastrophe is their heroine.”

Lord knows if she even remembers if her Dad is dead anymore… Reid’s throat feels dry and the edges of his vision blur. If this man should become the President of the country… fuck everything else that he would be screwing over, but that will mean he becomes invincible to whatever it is they try to pull… he becomes immune and he would never be brought to justice to account for all the lives he has taken, directly or not… He hears Rowland’s voice in his head again “We’re both already dead men walking…” He sees Rowland’s body on the beach, blue and swollen like Elena had described, faceless in his imagination but real enough to twist his stomach hard enough to make him physically wince.