The Man I Didn’t Choose Is Now on His Knees Novel – I was the heiress of the Keller Group, and the only successor in the family. When I was ten years old, my grandfather selected four boys from the welfare home to train as his son-in-laws. As my future husband was carefully nurtured, I looked forward to them eventually helping me steer the Keller Group. They were called the “Four Giants of the Business World” by the outside world.
But they all seemed to keep their distance from me. Even my beloved Malik Chavez had someone else in his heart. On his sickbed, my grandfather asked me who I wanted to choose as my husband. I left my fate to the roulette wheel, deciding my future partner through random selection. Never did I expect to draw the most unruly Graham Leonard. On the day of the engagement banquet, Malik had red eyes and begged me not to leave him.
I smiled lightly and waved the red book in front of him, saying, “Mr. Chavez, it’s late, my Mr. Leonard is coming to take me home.” As I turned around, I heard the sound of glass shattering behind me, as well as Malik’s desperate whisper. Grandpa’s gaze fell on the top name, his brow slightly furrowed. “Delilah, do you want to consider changing the candidate?” I knew what my grandfather was worried about. Over the years, anyone with a discerning eye could see my feelings for Malik.
Whenever he appeared, my eyes would involuntarily glance towards him. It is ridiculous that he never once looked at me. I shook my head, “No, Grandpa.” “I believe it was fate destined by God.” Grandpa sighed and said no more. “He knew me too well, knew that once I made up my mind, not even ten oxen could pull me back.” I walked out of the room, and four men were sitting on the sofa in the living room, chatting. “Delilah, who did you choose?” Tristin Conner asked curiously. He was always lively, and at this moment, there was a twinkle of gossip in his eyes.
Morgan Walton put his arm around Malik’s shoulder and said with a smile, “Do we even need to ask? It’s definitely our Malik. Malik has great charm, he easily wins over the beauty!” Malik disgustingly shook off his hand and looked at me coldly. “Even if my grandfather wants me to marry you, I will never love you. My heart will always belong to Helena.” I forced a bitter smile, my heart still couldn’t help but ache uncontrollably. From childhood to adulthood, whenever I was bullied, he was the first one to stand up for me. At that time, I truly believed that he was my knight, the prince on a white horse destined for me.
But everything changed, just that summer when he was 17 years old. Seeing that I was not speaking, his tone softened a bit. “We can be nominally married, but we cannot announce it publicly.” “Also, I will still be with Helena in the future, you are not allowed to harm her.” This remark stung my pride. What did he take me for? Did a crazy woman who stopped at nothing want to marry him? I coldly asked, “Why do you think I would definitely choose you?” Malik sneered, his eyes full of contempt, “Not choose me? Delilah Keller, who else can you choose besides me?” His tone made me feel sick in my heart.
Why did this man think that I couldn’t do without him? Just because I once foolishly liked him? I said coldly, “Malik, you really don’t have to disgust me like this. You can marry whoever you want.” “What do you mean?” he asked, frowning. At this moment, a white figure rushed in. Helena Landry knelt in front of me, crying beautifully. “Ms. Keller, please don’t take Malik away from me. I have nothing left except him…” I hadn’t had time to speak when Malik tenderly helped Helena up. He glared at me and said, “Delilah, look at what you’ve done!” “Do you know how much Helena has suffered because of you over the years?” “I still have to beg you because of your selfishness!”