The 99th Time He Gave Up On Me Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to learn shit for me. You’re already perfect. But fuck, if you keep doing that—I’ll never let you leave this bed again.” I grinned against his mouth, heat curling low again. “That’s the plan.” END OF CHAPTER 99

My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it

Since he couldn't find me, he then forced me to contact him on my own. How heartless could he be? I let out a breath and wiped my tears. "I'll never apologize! You're angry after waiting for me at City Hall for one day… Then what about me? I have waited for you a hundred times! I won't marry you anymore. You can marry whoever you want! I wrote that piece for you… But you gave it away! We're done!" Theodore couldn't react to everything and simply yelled back angrily, "Ellena! Just when are you going to stop this madness? Come back and…"

“Reverie, do you remember when we first met? Back then, I was just part of a lowly collateral branch. You were the one who told me that if I wanted something, I had to learn to fight for it myself.” “Once I thought I had enough power to marry you, a royal decree was issued, and you became the King’s handpicked consort to the Crown Prince. I hated it! How dare they just snatch you away from me like that? So, I kept building my power, but then, you were captured by the enemy nation! “Thank Heavens for they protected you, and you returned safely. But you came back with Rio. You said you found him among the dead. Because of that, as soon as Rio woke up, he immediately asked for your hand in marr

I bypassed him entirely, walked to the motorcycle, swung my leg over, and turned the key. "Alessio, don't ever show your face to me again." He lunged forward, his hands locking onto my handlebars. "Chiara, we grew up together. I've taken bullets for you, and you've taken punishments for me. After everything we've been through, are you really going to walk away without giving me even a chance to start over?" I drove my foot into his shin hard enough that he hissed and his grip loosened. "Second chances don't just fall out of the sky. When I begged you to believe me back then, did you give me a chance to explain?"

With Simon present, Tristan falling back asleep didn't cause me any trouble this time. Caleb's voice kept whispering in my head, urging me to find a way to run. The comments rolling past my eyes were doing the opposite, demanding to know why I wasn't taking better care of Tristan and giving them something sweet to watch. I sat quietly in my corner and ignored both of them. I went back through my memories of all ninety-nine lifetimes, checking and rechecking for anything I might have misremembered, anything that could throw off my thinking now.

“NIvaan! I thought I would never see you again…” He wrapped his arms around me comfortingly. “How many notes has my darling cuckoo composed?” A sharp stab of pain coursed through my heart as I said in a shaking voice, “Just one tune… the tune of death…” He pulled away and held me at arm's length. His eyes glazed over with tears as he said, “Listen to me very carefully. You are not allowed to give up. Do you understand? YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO GIVE UP!” I licked the salty teardrops near my lips and bobbed my head vigorously. Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, I rasped, “I just became selfish for a moment. I.. I promise I will never let you down again…”

I offered, "I'm here, I'll help you overcome it all." "That's if I don't succeed in pushing you away," he muttered, his brows drawn tight. "This has happened to me so many times, that I already know the end from the beginning." I'd walked all the way to him and was now standing a few inches away from him. "Why are you giving up on yourself when I've not given up on you?" I asked, my voice catching in my throat. I placed a hand on his shoulder, "You said we couldn't back out until the time was up. It's only been a month, Greg. Why are you giving up on us this quickly?"

Anthony's words hit me like a truck, shattering every ounce of courage I had built since my rebirth. 'Why, even with a second chance, can't I change anything? Will I never be able to pursue music again? Am I destined to live forever under Lucas' shadow?' I mused in despair. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I left my usual phone on the balcony this time, and I didn't use my computer to compose. How did Lucas still get his hands on my original song?

I looked into his eyes — those beautiful eyes — and asked one last time, "Do you still love me?" He laughed like I'd said something funny, came back over, patted my head, and answered without missing a beat. "Of course I do. Don't overthink it. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll celebrate our anniversary then — I already made a reservation." He sounded so sure of himself. I nodded. "Okay. I'll wait for you." For the first time in nine years, I lied to him. I turned and started walking back to my room. But Jason — who had been in such a hurry to leave — was still standing by the door. He hadn't moved.