They Chose Her, The Tycoon Chose Me 소설 & 이야기

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.

Sylvia accepted the card and glanced at him before she looked at the card. She was shocked. 'He was Marcus , The most powerful tycoon in LA' She raised her head and looked at him trying to conceal the surprise in her eyes, "But there are so many girls outside better than me, why do you choose me?" She asked. "Because we both have motives," He said. She took a deep breath, "Okay let's do this," she said. "Are you sure?" The man asked in surprise he thought he would have to convince for some time before she would agree.

She was going to leave and not look back. Fuck. I should have told her she didn’t have a goddamn choice because she was bound by the contract. But I needed this to be her choice. I needed her to want me and every side that came with me. She grabbed the door handle and paused. I, billionaire James Wilder, held my breath. She turned to face me. “I choose to stay.” I exhaled. My smile escaped for a brief second and then I kept my expression cold. “Good. Now come to me.”

"How much do you want?" The tattooed man held up a finger and said, "You can only save one of them. The choice is yours." Of course, she'd pick Luke. Damn it. Was this the end of me? I'd barely enjoyed my two billion dollars. What a scam! Victoria glanced at me, a flicker of hesitation crossing her eyes. "I choose Luke. Let him go." I wasn't the least bit surprised. The last shred of hope I'd been holding onto finally withered away.

"You admitted it. I’m a transaction." "If I wanted a transaction," I growled, the frustration finally clawing its way out, "I could have picked anyone. I could have picked a debutante with a spotless reputation. I could have picked a woman who wouldn't cause a scandal. I could have picked a woman who wasn't my best friend’s ex-wife" I stopped myself, seeing the hurt flash in her eyes, but I pushed through. I needed her to understand the magnitude of my choice. "But I didn't," I said, dropping my voice to a rough whisper. "I picked you."

My Favorite. Meadow is different, and you're afraid of losing. I guess the girl has standards. She couldn't be with someone like you. Now he had done it; my ego was hit, bruised, and battered. Someone like me? Someone like me??!?! She would be lucky to even find someone close to me in her lifetime; she would be lucky to even have an ounce of my attention or affection. Oh, please, this would be too easy. When I get the satisfaction of winning the bet, I will fire her. WIN-WIN. It was a Perfect plan.

Her message said. "But I am not ready!" I texted her back. "Don't worry Meera, just leave everything to me." I slouched on the bed with a sigh escaping my lips. I'm going to meet a business tycoon cum mafia today and I don't know what the heck I'm going to do! This is all her fault! **************** "I'm not wearing this." I nodded my head in a straight no. "But why? This will be perfect for your first impression." Eleanor said.

“Um, so I’m here to finally make a decision about my future. Well...I have two really great options. And though Wrenworks and Windsor Ascension are amazing companies, that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about two men that are sweet, caring, funny, and make me feel like I can fly. I love them both very much and I know they love me. But I can’t have them both...believe me I tried.” More laughter insured as I took a deep breath. “So after a lot of thinking and stressing and pain, I’ve come to decide who I choose in all of this mess.” I locked eyes with Lee and then Grayson. They looked as though they would faint. “I choose...me.”

She had no choice. And as much as she hated me for it, the truth was, I had already won. I was Luca Moretti—the mafia billionaire. And I always got what I wanted.

“Really?” “You will not throw away your future for some girl who doesn’t belong in our world!” she snapped, her voice ringing through the house. “This isn’t your choice to make,” he shot back, his own voice rising now. “You’ve spent your life controlling everyone, but I’m not a boy anymore. You don’t get to choose who I love.” She rose to her feet, surprisingly steady despite her age, her face flushed with fury. “Prepare to get engaged to Rebecca Tyler,” she said, each word deliberate, “or forget about being a Carter.”