Carmen Carter Patreon Novels & Stories

Our son kicked a soccer ball at a fundraiser. I froze. “What is this?” I whispered. Richard stepped beside me. “A correction,” he said quietly. The audience murmured as my name appeared in bold across the screen. “Leo Carter-Knight Advocate. Founder. Son.” Son. Not erased. Not whispered. Announced. A spotlight found me in the crowd. My breath caught. Richard stepped onto the stage. The room quieted. “For years,” Richard began, voice steady through the microphone, “Carter Industries defined legacy by revenue.”

“Indeed, shrewd. You shouldn't hurt yourself or any other person, and don't do things that will influence the rest of your life adversely.” “You mean like getting pregnant or something to that effect.” “Exactly,” Patty said. “You're sufficiently shrewd to know where to take a stand. Simply think carefully… Okay?" Carmen breathed out vigorously before saying, “I, ah, I appreciated it. Isn't unreasonably terrible? Consider the possibility that I intend to rehash it.” “It was your friend, right? Erica…wasn't it?” Patty said. Carmen realized it was anything but an inquiry, Patty definitely knew what its identity was. “Yes… You must not talk about this with…."

He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. It surprised her, but she appreciated a gentleman. However, she did not appreciate him undressing her with his eyes – even though it made a jolt of excitement run through her veins. “Your cousin tells me you two came from New York for the event. I know news of the auction had reached Virginia, but I had no idea anyone from New England would attend.” “Oh, yes. You see, Hugo and I have devoted all of our charitable resources to fighting cancer. Our grandmother had it. She fought it off the first time, but when it came back, she was too old to defeat it again. Her death really affected us,” Carter explained.

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Right now Logan Carter was a customer and if he was requesting for me, I couldn’t say no, and risk being fired. As I got closer to the VIP section, I could feel my heart beating faster. I'm not one to be frightened by male confrontation but this was Logan Carter. His father was the founder of Carter Enterprise, a multinational company. Logan Carter himself was also an established businessman. He was the founder of Logan Group.

Three years later, Carter Holdings had become one of Europe's most respected healthcare companies. Its community programmes operated across several countries. Its employee satisfaction ranked among the highest in the industry and at the centre of it all was Elena Carter. She was no longer introduced as “The former wife of Adrian Carter." She was simply, Elena Carter. Chairperson. Business leader. Philanthropist. Grace entered smiling. “You have five minutes before the charity gala." Elena laughed. “You've been saying that for ten years."

Carter was drenched in sweat, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his clothes as he said, "Patricia, please take good care of Martin for me. I need to go back and see Ryan. I'm not even sure if his assistant has arrived yet." Patricia initially wanted to decline, but then she remembered how Martin had saved her time and again. The words of refusal on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back, and she nodded in agreement. Carter left. Patricia fetched a basin of hot water from the bathroom and carefully wiped Martin's face and hands, then removed his coat and tucked him under the covers. After completing a series of tasks, she was completely exhausted, panting as she sat down to rest by th

eventful. “Any questions?” Adrian asked. A junior associate raised his hand timidly. “What do we know about Mr. Carter’s preferences? Is there anything specific he’s looking for in a partner?” Adrian glanced at me, and I stepped in. “From what we’ve gathered, Mr. Carter values innovation, reliability, and a personal connection. He’s been known to turn down multi-million-dollar deals simply because he didn’t feel the company was ‘aligned with his vision.’ In other words, we need to make him see us as more than just another business partner. We need to be unforgettable.”

then held his tongue. Greg noticed, and his pressing gaze fixed on the chief. From Greg’s experience, staying silent after a person had spoken instinctively prompted them to say more than they’d intended to. And it worked like a charm in this case as well when Patterson proceeded to add, “This may or may not mean anything, Your Grace: Catrine Carter has a penchant for anyone she can benefit from. The only thing she’d give in return is her body, nothing more.” “Insightful.” A melancholic upward curl tipped his lips. “Make of it what you will. At least she’s no longer my problem.”

she lifted her eyes and just stared at me, waiting for me to continue. “Did Liam get an invitation, too?” She smiled. “Mr Carter is one of the most successful businessmen in New York City. Of course, he gets an invitation to every Laurents luxe soiree.” she replied in a nonchalant tone and returned her attention to her phone. “Great.” I muttered. I thought I would be able to bask in this glory without liam around to always remind me of reality. But that hope just died. She looked up at me again with a grin on her face. "Don't worry. He won’t show up. Mr Carter never honours Edouard’s invites. It's weird, though, because people would kill for that invite.”