She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even though she had to throw away her pride by being forced to accept Derek's offer of cooperation––her rival when she was still in high school––who suddenly came to her office offering to help her protect her husband from Uncle Arthur's and her grandfather's threat to her yesterday. But still, she could help herself but felt sad. After all, the car had accompanied her for years. Thanks to the car, she had an additional motivation that helped her grow her company to the extent it was today and kept her enthusiastic with her work. It was also thanks to her beloved baby that she was able to meet the man who became her husband now––Keith Gilbert. A cute, rigid type of man who was finally willin

“Where are you going to sleep? How are you even going to move that bag to wherever you’re going? Because you’re sure as hell not taking a damn thing from this house, especially my cars.” That got my attention. I froze, the fabric of one of my dresses clenched tightly in my fist, and turned to face him. “That car is mine,” I reminded him, my voice barely above a whisper. “You bought it for me on my birthday.” “Exactly,” he shot back, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. “I bought it for you, and I can take it away. You’re not leaving with that car.”

“It’s yours. Title is already in your name. Insurance is paid for the first year. No strings. No expectations. You can sell it tomorrow if you want. You can drive it to another state and never look back. I just… I wanted you to have something reliable. Something that screams new beginning.” She walked around the car slowly, fingers trailing along the side. When she opened the driver’s door and sat inside, I stayed outside, giving her space. She found the studs in the box on the passenger seat, opened them, and stared. Then she opened the glove compartment and saw the cabin keys. The envelope with the apartment papers made her go very still. I waited. Finally she got out and stood in front of

“Then come with me to do the transfer right now!” With the knife pressed against me, she forced me to complete the transfer of the car and house into her name. Only after everything was done did she finally put the knife away, her face filled with victorious satisfaction. “Now, the car and house are mine. I’m the real winner in life!” After she left, I immediately messaged Cole.

After so many fucks he should know that he was all mine—ass, body, soul. And heart? I'll steal it. No one else was allowed to. If anybody dared to steal his heart before I did so or after I had, I'll kill them. He was MINE! MINE alone. I spat on the ground, hands placed deep in the pockets of my pants as I glanced with nonchalance at his car which was sitting in a dim corner, away from the main lights. It was perfect. The location. I will have him there. I will fuck him in the confines of that car while he screamed my name, my dick going so deep, hard and fast inside of his tight hole which would pulse around my cock.

The house loomed ahead—my house, the one Dad had left to me solely, the one Silea had slowly edged me out of in my past life until I barely recognized it as home. I glanced at her in the rearview mirror’s reflection. She was staring out her window too, that soft, repentant smile still plastered on her face, fingers twisting the hem of Owen’s oversized hoodie like a nervous little sister finally coming home. She thought she’d won the morning. She had no idea she’d just walked straight into the endgame. The car stopped at the front steps. The driver opened our doors, and I stepped out first, turning to her with the brightest, most forgiving smile I could muster.

The car pulled over, and a sigh eased across my lips as I helped her out of the car; slowly she set her palms into mine. “This is your home now, our new home.” I announced, gloating imwardly with an air of pride,her eyes sparkled with joy—or was it a reflection of being gone from the pack which had basically destroyed her? I grimmaced at the mere thought of it. Each one of them would pay; I'll make them regret setting a finger on her skin; every inch of her body belonged to me alone. “I need rest. We wouldn't stand here all day, would we?” She asked, trying to keep her sarcasm although I had seen her face turn red when I asked that she put me on a leash.

It irked me to even think she got married or let anyone touch her. Taking a deep breath, relax al that matters to me right now is to make her mine. Solely and completely his. "And I'll soon babygirl" I said while looking at the window of her house once again before starting my engine, I drove away.

I replied, zombie-like. She jumped inside the car and put it in reverse, backing out of the laneway. I crumbled to my knees in absolute despair. I couldn't watch her leave me like this. It felt as if I'd given her my heart, only for her to run it through a blender. I no longer had the strength to stand as I fell to my knees. Tears pouring in waves I've never experienced before.

In no time, she began reading how her mother was killed and the entire disaster that befell her beautiful family because of the greed of one woman. Her heart burned knowing her family home was desolate and broken while the perpetrators were locked up. Her mother’s precious possessions were locked inside, free to be stolen again. It didn’t take long before she got dressed and on her own, left the house. Taking one of Asher’s cars, she sped to the Steele house and entered the familiar house.