They Chose Her, The Tycoon Chose Me 소설 & 이야기

“I…I didn’t mean to push her down the stairs. I was angry and wanted to push her out of the way. She just…” “You can leave now.” I interrupted her sharply, having made my point clear. There was a bit of silence before she spoke again. “Is it true that…she’s your chosen?” Oh, I loved this. I made sure to look her in the eyes as I answered her. “Yes she is. And she wasn’t forced on me. I chose her since the first day I set my eyes on her.” The disappointment on her face afterwards was satisfying. “You can go now, Bianca. I have somewhere to be.” She turned to the car door, opened then slammed it closed. I didn’t watch her leave.

“I need to marry because the dragon throne requires a powerful heir or heiress to succeed me. Power must follow power. Blood must strengthen blood. And you, Victor, are the perfect fit.” Her eyes dragged over me in a way that made my skin crawl. “Which is why I chose you.” I blinked. “You chose me,” I repeated slowly. “Yes,” she said easily. “Why is that shocking.” Because no one ever asked me what I wanted. Because my life had always been decided by men who thought fear was leadership. Because choice was a luxury I never had. “Well,” she added with a dismissive wave of her hand, “you look far better than that gayish wolf, so yes. I chose you.”

Rafael: The elevator doors closed behind me with a soft whisper. My reflection stared back from the polished metal, but the man looking back seemed like a stranger. Same expensive suit, same face that had graced business magazines for years. But something fundamental had shifted. I had made my choice. The words still reeled in my mind like a bell that would not stop ringing. I choose her. I choose Fiona. I choose her over legacy, heart over heritage, the woman who challenged me over the man who had given me my life.

His dark eyes locked onto hers. "Sorry if I didn't consider your preferences before. Let's make up for that now. Go ahead, pick one you like." "I don't like any of these! I-I'll go get some normal ones instead," Heather stammered, her face burning. Tyrone wasn't going to let her leave. If she didn't choose, he would. He casually grabbed a box, read the label, and his lips curled into a playful smile. "This one." Heather saw the description on the box and felt her knees go weak. She covered her face, utterly embarrassed. This was not what she had in mind at all!

Then the words came out in a rush, raw and ugly. “I was in the mansion,” I whispered. “Sixty men. I let them destroy me. I begged them to. I was covered in cum, screaming, feeling like a goddess while Liam was waiting for me to choose him. I knew he was waiting. I knew I was killing us. But in that moment, I chose the high. I chose the power. I chose the Queen. And when he found out… he looked at me like I was already dead to him.” Tears streamed down my face as I spoke.

I felt bad for doing that and so I decided to talk to her. "I am Ivan" She chuckled a little and I could see her perfect dentition. "I know who you are already" "Really?" "Of course I do.. you are New York's most eligible bachelor" "There is really no hiding place for a golden fish" "I never knew I was that popular" "Of course you are. I have almost all my cousins crushing on you" "And you're not part of them I guess" "No, I'm not" "Ouch!!! ... that hurt"

She craved my favorite dish and dreamed of the places I wanted to go. Military history, world geography, economics—she seemed to be endlessly curious about everything. She was like a beam of light breaking into the dust-cloaked corners of my heart. I was drawn to her energy and her appetite for life. I saw in her the shape of a future worth chasing. That was the moment I decided to leave the past behind. I wanted to build a new life with her. She, too, had that look—like she wished we'd met sooner. We talked until the café closed.

She was so sure that all the news channels must be talking about last night's incident. "I know Chloe.. believe me it wasn't my doings okay? Mr Anderson turned out to be a very bitter man.." Chloe creased her brows, she wondered what her friend was talking about but since Arya brought up Mr Anderson she became piqued.. "You had an encounter with the billionaire?" Chloe asked in shock.. "The Billionaire's Son Chose Me! to be his mum" Chloe's eyes grew larger as the seconds passed by before she screamed out.. "What?! you mean little Ray?"

My family had hidden me, my true nature, for a reason. But three years ago, Leon had found me. He’d looked at me with such intensity, taken my hand, and whispered promises that felt like moonlight on my skin. A young she-wolf hears what she wants to hear. I’d felt the unnatural weakness in his life-force, the curse gnawing at his wolf even then. Worried, I’d defied my family. I’d chosen him. I’d used my birthright, the White Wolf’s gift in my veins, to sustain him.

“I know her better than you ever will.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” He took one step closer. “Yeah. You think you can just walk in here, take her things, act like she belongs to you? Like you’re the one who gets to decide what happens next?” I didn’t move. Didn’t back up. Just met his stare head-on. “She chose me,” I said quietly. “Not you.” Frank’s eyes flashed—something raw and ugly. “You think you know her? You think a few fucks and some sweet talk make you special? I know what she needs. And it’s not some rich asshole who thinks he can buy her with fancy penthouses and promises.”