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

"Now, you are talking* Vanter replied as Diego frowned his lips in disgust. He could practically hear the latter licking his lips in excitement. *I want to write a letter to resignation right now at this minute. You will no longer be the President and Chairman of the Rodriguez Corporations and you will be recommending me as the next President* Vanter replied as Diego froze before bursting into laughter. "Are you crazy? Do you have any idea of what you are talking about?" Diego asked. I know exactly what I am talking about, the latter yelled into his ears so if you want your wife to live, get on with it. "Grandpa would never approve of this"

“She gave her life to save the four of you. She woke your bloodlines, she helped you overthrow the old King. And how did you repay her?” “Darius, you promised to marry her, then turned around and broke that promise for another woman. Rex, when she came to you for help, you played deaf and dumb. Orion, Cormac, you swore to protect her for life. And in the end? You're the ones who drove her to her death.” When I roared it at them, their faces were terrible to see. In the whole shifter world, I doubt there's a second person with the nerve to speak to them like this.

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.”

Carlson didn't notice my expression and continued, "Do you know about the Phoenix International Piano Competition held last month? President Bryce personally went to France, and reporters caught him going to Irene's room in the middle of the night and not coming out all night. Do you think they're like dry wood and a raging fire?" "Carlson!" I couldn't listen anymore and suddenly interrupted him. "You go out first, I'll finish reading the file and find you later." "Oh, okay," Carlson saw my unhappy expression and regretted speaking so recklessly in front of me. I was President Bryce's former chief secretary, and my heart naturally leaned towards my boss. Wasn't he looking for trouble by goss

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

"Okay, you win… continue the lecture and you, get out of here." I started walking out. "Remember, our conversation has not ended yet!" she screamed in my direction. "I curse you, Drake… that was what came out of my mouth the minute I left the lecture room. If not for him, I would either be dead now or nursing an injury. Speaking of that, if he hadn't interfered, the president would have killed me. At least dying by the hand of the president would have been better than enduring this spoiled brat. And I cursed him again—he instilled fear in me last night when we spoke.

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.