You Ll Regret Refusing Me Novels & Stories

{isla’s POV} I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face. Okay, his face isn’t ugly. It’s quite the opposite. But I just wish it was ugly so I could appropriately use this line; I don’t regret saying a damn word to his ugly face! Anyways, I don’t regret a word I said about Cayden ‘cause it was all the truth! And it was better he joined at the end to hear it for himself! But as much as talking about how I dissed Cayden is such an interesting topic, it’s not the topic of interest right now.

> "When you told me you were pregnant, I panicked. I was terrified I’d hurt you, afraid I’d turn into the man who destroyed his own family like my father did. But my fear turned me into a coward. I ran away." Her breathing turned shaky. A quiet sob escaped her lips. > "You know what I regret most? It’s not losing you. It’s losing your trust." > "You stood strong on the ruins I left behind, and you kept going. While I—the man you loved—crumbled and vanished." She cried harder. The letter didn’t contain sweet promises or pleas to come back. There was no "please forgive me" or "I can’t live without you." Just truth. Guilt. Regret.

Finally, I said in a self-deprecating manner, "You want me to forgive Uriah, right? If you're going to use the fact that you gave birth to me to pressure me, then fine—I'll cave." Jolene shot me a disapproving glare. However, my mother wasn't as delighted as I imagined. She kept waving her hands and seemed too uneasy to say anything to me. She turned to my father instead, who sighed. "We understand that we've made a mistake, and you got hurt because we thought too highly of Uriah." My mother quickly nodded and turned to me hopefully. "Will you forgive us?" I looked down at my hands. "Do you remember that debit card you gave me when I got home? If I had it, none of it would have happened.

I just smiled and made a perfunctory remark about it, refusing to continue listening to updates about it. There was a dinner after the forum, and I bumped into Austin there. Austin kept tugging at my sleeve despite my refusal to chat with him. Yet, he still stubbornly refused to let me go. "Serena, please, just listen to me. I can't do it without you. Can't you please come back?" "Mr. Lockhart, we are never, ever getting back together. Kindly stop bothering me. Thank you." "No, Rena, I still love you! You don't like Leticia, do you? I've already completely broken up with her. I'll only listen to you in the future. Please, I'm begging you, come back to me."

" Noel turned pale, and he no longer dared to say a word. Sophie's last hope was crushed when Noel did nothing. She struggled out of the police's grip with all her might to lunge at Noel and give him a hard slap. Her voice was filled with despair. "Noel Chilton! I didn't expect you to be a weak, useless, and hard-hearted man! I was wrong about you. No wonder Stella Judd doesn't like you. You deserve to be dumped by her and used by me. Hahaha!

I asked softly, "Have you ever had any regrets, Stefano?" Stefano pondered for a moment before replying, "I regret trusting those who didn't deserve it. I regret quitting when I should have kept fighting. I have quite a lot of regrets, actually." "What about now?" Stefano chuckled softly and said, "I've learned that regret gets you nowhere—one must move forward and avoid looking back." He then patted my shoulder and said, "You should give it your best next Monday, Valentina." I nodded in assent, clenching the document in my grasp.

"The marriage? The life you had before?" I considered it honestly. "I regret that someone took the choice away from me. I regret the cruelty of how it ended and the people who got hurt in the process." I looked at him. "But if none of it had happened I wouldn't be standing here right now. So I don't know how to regret it cleanly." He stepped closer, closing most of the distance between us. "I'm glad you're standing here right now." "I know," I said softly. "I'm starting to be glad too."

He pushed the letter back toward me, his face flushing. “Sam, this won’t do. I can’t take advantage of you. This isn’t right.” “Mark,” I said seriously, “this isn’t charity.”

he says gruffly. “It’s called expressing your emotions. Since you only seem to be familiar with anger or lust, allow me to introduce you to sadness. You’d need a heart to feel that, so I don’t expect you to understand.” “Remember, this was your deal. Too late for regrets.” I glare up at him as fiercely as I can manage. “It's never too late to regret something. That's the definition of regret—changing your mind when it's too late!” “Don't get cute with me. And don't even think about running away. I will catch you.”

“And what exactly am I supposed to regret?” Sadie was stunned. Regret what? For a moment, she couldn’t think of a good reason. “Anyway… you just can’t go to the academy. If you go, you’ll regret it!” Scarlett let out a soft laugh and looked straight at Sadie. “So tell me—will you regret it, or will I?” Sadie opened her mouth but couldn’t find a single word. Scarlett gave a faint, mocking smile. “Since you’re so desperate to stop me, fine—I’ll grant your wish.”