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

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!"

Her voice rang from behind me, “Jansen Graham, I’m begging you. I’m kneeling before you right now. I’ll even give you my life. “Come back to me, won’t you? I can’t do without you…” I sat in the car and started the engine, which roared to life. Driving off, I was determined to leave everything in my past behind. - A few days later, I received news about Stewart Enterprise officially going bankrupt. Edward Stewart passed away in the ICU and Melissa collapsed, unable to take the news of his passing. The front pages of various financial newspapers were filled with jarring pictures of Stewart Enterprise’s office building being sealed up.

DENVER HOSPITAL Richard sucked in a sharp breath and sat down on the sofa across from the bed. Isabella stared at him, still very confused by Adrian's statement. Adrian stared at him, eager to get the answer and finally solved the mystery. “I told the president I'd endorse him and fund his re-election.” Richard finally spoke. His jaws tightened, fist clenched, “Even if I suddenly died, that shouldn't give him the right to take it back. I helped him get elected in the first place!’”

“Tell her to get lost! I refuse to call her my daughter!” “She wouldn’t be able to return to you anymore,” said the doctor coldly. “Ryleigh passed away.” Only silence came through the line. After a few seconds, Jonah’s angry voice came through. “What a show! Tell her to stop faking it! How dare she fake her death just because she doesn’t want to donate her kidney? Make her answer the phone! I want to give her a piece of my mind!” “Calm down, sir.”

Julian agreed. Damian studied the list. "I know some of these names. Business associates. Men I've had dinner with. Men who smiled at me while planning my death." "Now you know the truth." "The truth doesn't make it easier." "No," I said. "But it makes it survivable." That night, we made a pact. The three of us. No more secrets. No more lies. No more hiding. If Victor wanted a war, he was going to get one. But this time, he wouldn't win.

"System, you said that if I failed the mission, I would die on my birthday. What is the actual cause of death going to be?" "According to the findings, death resulted from organ failure." No wonder the symptoms were finally manifesting so aggressively as my birthday drew closer. Discovering that my eyes were open, the three of them instantly abandoned the doctors and rushed to my bedside. "How are you feeling?" Leonard asked, his voice trembling with panic. Adam sat stiffly on the edge of the mattress, staring down at me with an unreadable expression. He reached out to touch my cheek. I summoned every ounce of strength I had left and slapped his hand away. However, I was still too weak to pu

Keila and I ran after them, but we were immediately stopped by the nurses in the reception. “Sorry sir, sorry ma'am. You both need to stay here at the reception and wait while the doctors do their work there. You will be summoned when it is time.” I felt my heart race at her words. Despite how terrible I've been to Sarah, I still didn't want her to die. I was definitely going to be in so much trouble if the press begins to carry the news of her death. I paced about the reception effortlessly, still unable to understand why Sarah had poisoned my meal.

He stumbled backward, losing his footing and falling to the ground. Alarmed, I rushed to shield Yael behind me. Silas's anger shifted to me, his voice booming like thunder. "Lena, is this the son you’ve raised? It’s no surprise he’s good for nothing!" I felt Yael tug gently on the hem of my shirt behind me. His voice was weak and hesitant, but after a moment, he stammered, "I… I… I didn’t." Relief and heartbreak washed over me simultaneously. He had spoken—finally—but how much fear and injustice had he endured to utter those words?

“He would have felt her pain. Felt her calling for him. And he ignored it.” I let that sit there, heavy and vile. The room shifted. I watched it crack their grief wide open. “She died alone. And he could’ve stopped it. But he turned away. To be with another woman.” Carlos stood slowly, rage settling into his posture like iron. Her father sat back down, like the weight of it knocked him clean off his feet. Her mother began to cry not soft, not quiet but like something in her had shattered completely. Then, finally, Carlos spoke. “You have my support.”

Justin said regretfully. " You know I didn't want to raise any suspicions, not when the prime minister is always on my neck, the rebel forces were the best to pull this up. I really can't understand how I lost all the communication in the last minute, maybe my man wants to blackmail me more after I sent them millions," the president said as he wiped off the sweat forming on his forehead. Everything could turn south after the night, incase the soldiers failed to retrieve the general's corpse. " Rest assured president, everything will work out perfectly," Justin said as they made their way back into the party.