Carmen Carter Patreon Novels & Stories

With a look of fierce determination, I said, "I won't point fingers about who was so desperate to drive my car. "Besides, this car is a gift from my parents. Its value isn't something you can just dismiss with a single snide remark." When the netizens saw my videos, they realized they had been duped. The tide of comments turned on a dime, and they swarmed Carmen's account with insults. Carmen got hit with so much hate that she had to shut down her account. For a long while after that, Carmen dropped off the radar. As for Patrick, he showed up at my door repeatedly, pleading for a second chance.

Knight-Carter Ventures is worth more than money. It's worth the proof that I rebuilt myself. That I'm more than what was done to me. That I took betrayal and turned it into empire. And no amount of money can buy that feeling. Tomorrow I marry Liam. Tomorrow we start our forever. And we're doing it as equals. As partners. As the owners of something we built with our own hands. Something nobody can take from us. Not Ethan. Not Victoria. Not Richard. Not even fifty million dollars. Because some things aren't for sale. And we're one of them.

Now Ann was more or less beginning to understand Merry Smith's connection to the Carters. Merry worked at Carter Holding Company as Chief Marketing Officer. In fact, however, all the work was done by someone else who serves as the Deputy Chief Marketing Officer. Merry occupied that chair and earned a monthly salary, not because of her ability but because her father Patrick Smith put some shares in several subsidiaries of the Carter Corporation. As part of establishing good relations, the Carter family gave a position to Merry.

"You can't make up for enabling Carter by supporting me now." But my voice had lost some of its edge. "It doesn't work like that." "I know. I'm not trying to make up for anything. I'm just trying to be honest." Patricia pulled a card from her purse, held it out. "If you ever need anything. Legal support, financial support, someone to testify about Carter's character if it comes to that. Call me. I mean it." I took the card through the gap in the door. Looked at it. Her personal cell number, handwritten on expensive cardstock. "Why would you testify against your own son?"

At thirty-two, Andrew Linton had done a lot of things—both brave and cowardly—but he hadn't done anything of this sort. Declan Partridge was no ordinary man; at thirty-six, he commanded more than two thousand workers in more than ten countries as the chairman and CEO of Pattron Groups. He was formidable. And delivering the message Andrew had would probably be deadly, maybe not to himself but certainly to Lennon Patterson Jr.

Anya asked, her voice perfectly neutral. Lorenzo finally tore his gaze from those haunting eyes on the screen. “Tell them I have acquired a new priority asset. The meeting is terminated.” He didn’t see the stunned faces of the board members. He only saw the dossier that appeared on his tablet less than five hours later, as his private jet cut through the clouds over the Atlantic. LOUIS CARTER. 24. Address. Debts…a staggering, pathetic list. Sister: Chloe Carter. Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Prognosis: Guarded.

"Okay, got it!” With that, they ran to their respective posts. The gathered crowd seemed to have had their fill of fun as well, so they began to disperse and returned to the venue. The Carters were a prestigious family. Mr. Carter was one of the oligarchs in Westchester while his wife, Mrs. Carter, was a world-famous painter. As for the Stocktons, Mr. Stockton was an oligarch who reigned over Glanchester while Mrs. Stockton was a famous investor and philanthropist.

I’m not sure all I know is I need to get close to her. “Sorry, baby, what did you say?” I smile softly at Beth as she snuggles into my side, but it doesn’t feel right having her in my arms. So I move back and stand beside her instead. “I was saying this room is the perfect backdrop for the engagement party tonight. After all, you are one of the biggest benefactors of the institute.” I grimaced at that. It’s hypercritical that I Carter Montgomery, who is the CEO of Montgomery Fishing Corp, is a benefactor to protect endangered species of marine life.

"With respect, sir—no. Mrs. Carter refuses those rides. Every time. Buses to the hospital, rain or shine—she says she's 'not one of them.' Sat in the passenger seat today, told me straight: 'Treat me like this, not Carter royalty. 'Rare, sir. Carters... we drive you, clean for you, vanish. No respect. But her? Asks my name, my family's health. Helped my girl—no bill, no show. That's no act. That's heart." Howard stood speechless.

“Alright. We know where her inspiration for that came from.” There were no photos of the artist, though she operated several social media profiles and a web page and was the subject of quite a bit of speculation by her fans. He pushed back his chair and walked over to the window, bracing his hand against the frame as he looked out at the jacaranda lined street. There was no such thing as a secret in Havermouth. News would spread that Patrick Carter had been the person to die in the Zeus tragedy, and that would be news because it would catch the pack’s interest due to the connection between their Triquetra and Aislen Carter.