Novel & Cerita They Chose Her, The Tycoon Chose Me

And this time… I choose her. Completely.

Aisha looked up at him. “Hello, my name is Syed Roman Ali Gardezi. You are pretty,” he said in a deep seductive voice. No woman could ever put his charm down, they have to put their guards down instead. “I don’t talk to guys until they reach my ideal,” she said while touching his shoulder. Muaza was not listening as she was all lost in her book. “And what is your ideal?” he asked while raising an eyebrow. “I am a daughter of infamous business tycoon, Zaroon Khan, so I don’t date a commoner,” she said while moving her fingers in her hair.

She chose to ask me to leave—to continue being the daughter who never gave her any trouble. My heart felt cold and numb, but the pain had disappeared. As I looked at her anxious face, I felt nothing but exhaustion and a sense of ridiculousness. "I'll leave." I ended up bumping into Dad right after I stepped through the door. "I bought your favorite cake for you, Mel! I had to visit three different stores before I managed to get my hands on this limited edition—" The smile on his face stiffened when he saw me, his gleeful expression morphing into a bewildered one.

Victoria’s smile sharpened into something dangerous. She told me he chose me out of desperation because she wasn't desperate enough to sign his contract. "No," I said, invading her expensive airspace. "He chose me because I challenged him and because I'm not interested in being a trophy wife who picks out dresses for other women to wear".

she was done for. “I paid you guys in full upfront for your services, with botched-up results. I transferred all the money to your partner.” she defended herself, her eyes burning with fear. “I ma’am, am only here for my money and no stories,” he said smiling. He was looking at her from top to bottom, he preferred women with more flesh to the bones but she would do. He watched as her chest rose and fell in time with her breathing. “We’re all friends here, after all, friends tend to be friendly toward each other.” he licked his lips and brushed his mustache with his fingers.

She just stood there, surprised, and as Felix smiled, he also wondered why he did that. “I will have some clothes delivered to you” “We are meeting with some boards of directors. I want to introduce you to them” Felix said to Khloe as he leaves the room ******************************************************************* Felix introduced Khloe to the board of directors as his wife, they were all pleased and overwhelmed by her beauty. One thing that made him choose Khloe was because she was pretty, and her beauty intoxicated anyone nearby. “Happy married life, Felix” a sexy female voice said to him, handing him a glass of wine. Felix turned around, he was dazzled at what he saw

First, she was going to meet the mysterious tycoon, and then, she was going to leave an impression, secure the contract, become the leading head and then get closer to him. Once that was done, she could then proceed to the final step, seducing the man and making him fall head over heels for her, and finally, she could then proceed with the revenge. It seemed like a fail-safe plan. She just hoped she could execute it. “Right, here we go.” Taking a deep breath, Noelle marched inside the company. As she walked past the reception, she heard a couple of her coworkers gossiping. “I heard a huge client is coming in today and rumors have it, that he’s a hottie!”

She has always wanted control over me. I stare at her as she continues. "If you still need marriage to prove yourself worthy of adopting the child, then you should choose someone appropriate. Someone stable and known." I smirk. " And who is that?" " Brianna." Of course. She would choose someone she can control. I let out a quiet and humourless laugh. " You’ve planned all this." " I plan everything, Luis," she replies calmly. "I don't act on impulse." I shake my head before standing up. There's no use trying to reason with her. It never goes anywhere.

It clattered against the concrete, a small, heavy piece of metal that no longer held any power. Dante stared at it. Then, he looked at her. "What are you doing?" "I’m choosing," she said. "I’m choosing the one thing they can't steal, and the one thing they can't devalue." She reached out and took his hand, her fingers locking with his, not with the desperation of a hostage, but with the strength of a partner. "I’m choosing you," she said. "And I’m choosing a life that isn't measured in market share."

It was polite, yet there was a spark of something dark and knowing behind it. “Are you the reason why I was chosen as the face of this brand?” I asked. I didn't want to play games. I needed to know the truth immediately. If he had pulled strings to get me here, I couldn't accept it. What had happened between us was supposed to be a one-time thing. I didn't want favors or favoritism. If I was going to be an ambassador, I wanted it to be because of my own hard work and influence, not because of a billionaire’s doing.