They Chose Her, The Tycoon Chose Me Novels & Stories

Why? Why did he have to choose me? Of all the girls he could have picked, he picked me? I mean, CJ is one handsome, prominent and very successful tycoon. He could get someone much better... A beautiful successful young woman likes Madeline. But he picked... Me? Why?

"I'm sure. I don't want to work for someone who's trying to use me as a weapon against you. And I don't want to sign away my freedom." "I'm proud of you. I know that wasn't easy." "It wasn't. But it was right." We have dinner that night to celebrate. Lucien brings champagne. We toast to independence, to choices, to us. "I was terrified you'd accept," he admits. "I was tempted. £150 million is life-changing money." "But you chose differently." "I chose us. I chose building something on my terms rather than being bought." "That's the woman I fell in love with. Stubborn and principled to a fault."

Straight to buying trendy clothes—for them. I spent seven years stacking up savings to buy us a new place—he blew it all on a motorcycle to chauffeur them around. He always said Pauline lost her husband young and was our neighbor, so we had to help her. That "help" turned into a lifelong charity project. Thinking about it made my chest tighten. I picked Luca up and headed inside to make dinner. It was ready by the time Tony strolled in, holding a piece of premium steak. Luca lit up and reached for it. Tony yanked it back like it was gold.

But a sweet, unfeigned one that I usually wear during the first few weeks I have been with Tyler. I remember the first time he walked towards me in his wolf form as I clutched to the stone table, the white wedding dress coiled against my grip. Even if I am really Eliane, even if she had already taken over my body, even if I am really their archenemy’s reincarnation— Even if I woke up as Eliane and I cannot do nothing but watch…I will choose Tyler over those wolfless, heart-eating creations I have made. My hand slid to my belly to where life once grew. “I will always choose him.” I will always choose Tyler. From now, until then.

Not just the friendship. Not just the change. No That was the day Theo chose me. And I didn’t know then… That being chosen by him

I even caught sight of two pools at the side of the house. “Are you going to come in or stand there gawking like a peasant?” Declan said at the top of the stairs. “Isn’t this too much for three people?” I muttered as I walked behind him into the house. Those were the first words I’d be saying to him since we met. I was taller than declan by a good number of inches and it pleased me to see him have to crane his neck a bit to look me in the eye. “They call you the tycoon of Rome. The papers say you’re ridiculously wealthy, surely that wasn’t all a lie?” Declan said smugly.

"The apartment’s not for sale! It’s not for sale! Get out!" I gave the realtor a brief look. "We’ll follow up by phone." After the realtor left, Diana stood there, staring at me in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. "Nathan… are you serious?" "I told you–there’s nothing between me and Vincent! The one I love is you!" I looked at her, almost amused. "Love me?" "Diana, the person you love most has always been yourself." I called security and had her escorted out. Then I dragged my suitcase to the car Uncle Gordon had sent.

She stood in the center of the crowd, surrounded by warmth and noise. Compared to her, my side of the office looked almost deserted. I stood alone in the corner. She smiled at me. I looked away, put on my coat, and left. That night, Ethan came home with his usual cool, effortless expression. I still could not stop myself from asking. "Ethan, did you invest in our company?" He looked up. Our eyes met. His expression barely changed. "Yes." I asked again, "Why did you choose us?"

In the end, she gambled away all her savings, her car, her house… and eventually even herself. While I was preparing for my new wedding, I suddenly received a text message. 'Cassian, it's Phoebe. Please lend me some money. I only need 100 thousand. I'll pay you back 200 thousand later.' I didn't reply. Soon, another message came. 'Fifty thousand is enough. I'll return 300 thousand tomorrow. Please help me. If I can't pay them back, they'll beat me to death. Cassian, after all these years together…'

Several times, Tara remarked that everything looked far too extravagant for her usual taste, which was simple and understated. Yet every time, she received the same answer. "It was Mr. Victor's choice." After hearing his name mentioned over and over again, Tara stopped arguing. She understood perfectly well that Victor wanted to send an unspoken message to Neo Group through her appearance that evening: that Ashbourne Group still stood tall, united, and every bit as prestigious as ever. Not long afterward, the gown that had ultimately been chosen as the perfect match for Tara was finally slipped onto her.