She Took Him, I Took Their World นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In my‍ way and my world where she belong⁠ed to me⁠. ‍God, I was a selfis⁠h bastard, i knew it but wh⁠en it came‍ to her, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop wanting,‍ needing and taking. I h‌ad destroyed e‍verything she o‍nce knew, yet some‍ho‌w she had become the center of my universe.

Their ways of reasoning was a total opposite, so different. He knows she has an idea about what it is they do but he doubted she will look at them the same way when she deeply understands what their world entails. She has no place in it but the thing is she was already thrown into it, unconsciously. Nevertheless, he was never letting her slip from his hands. They belongs to each other and no one will oppose that. He couldn’t even imagine a world where she was not his and he was not hers. That thought alone makes his heart ache.

Her boys, her entire world, had been taken. And someone out there wanted her to pay.

She would eventually leave me for another man. "It's late. Get some rest," I said. Right before the line went dead, I caught her quiet whisper. "I'm sorry. I hope you're happy." I didn't reply. I simply blocked her new number. The final chapter of our history was officially closed. From now on, we were parallel lines, never to intersect again. I slept exceptionally well that night, waking up refreshed to the sound of my morning alarm. I changed into my groom's suit, picked up the bridal bouquet, and set out to get my bride.

Challenger after challenger went down, but the bookies never planned to let an uncontrollable champion like him walk away alive. At the very moment he ran out of strength, when they were ready to swarm and kill him, I stepped in and bought his life. I paid off his debts and buried his Mamma. From that day on, he became my shadow. He took care of all the dirty work for me. He was my sharpest blade and most reliable shield. In these three years, Lorenzo purged every old loyalist in the family—everyone except this mechanic. "Where's the stuff?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

She did not wake. Good. I reached out and brushed my knuckles lightly against the back of her hand. The contact was brief. Careful. A promise more than a claim. “I’ve got you now,” I said softly, not expecting her to hear. “No one takes you again.” Tyler settled deep inside me, content and alert, his presence a steady anchor. This packhouse. This bed. This moment. I would burn the world before I let it be taken from her.

“Why do you look like me?” “Because the world already believes I’m you,” she whispered. “I don’t have to steal your life.” She leaned closer. “I just have to wait until you give it up.”

The rest of the world fades away, leaving only them—two souls colliding, unraveling, surrendering. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. ---

I asked, in disbelief. “I’m reminding you,” she said coldly, “that everything you have can be taken away.” I looked at her like I didn’t recognize her. She made me and Michael struggle for this inheritance only to say this? “Come,” she said suddenly. I frowned. “Excuse me?” But she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at Camilla. “Let’s take a walk.” “No,” I said immediately. “She’s not going anywhere with you.” For the first time, Camilla moved.

I held her, my arms wrapped around her trembling frame, her sweat and tears soaking into my shirt. She was a mess. She was broken. And she had never looked more beautiful. "You did well," I whispered, my lips brushing the top of her head. "The debt is paid. The eyes are now mine." I removed the blindfold. She blinked, her eyes unfocused and swimming with moisture. When she finally saw me, she didn't look for an exit. She reached for me, her fingers digging into my shoulders, clinging to the man who had just caused her pain as if he were her only lifeline in a drowning world.