Carmen Carter Patreon Novels & Stories

5 CARMEN Millionaire and creep? I shouldn’t be surprised. Men who have money tend to spend it on female company. But I don’t know why Carter Trescott needs to be here when he has a face as insane as his. Women were throwing themselves at him the night we met. One even offered him money, I’m pretty sure. So, why is he paying for something he can get for free? Carter composes himself after the slap and leads us away. He brought friends to the auction. Two equally good-looking men who I’d probably let into my panties if the circumstances were different.

the journalist announced on TV. “Lauren Becker Carter has proven herself to be a woman of strength and resilience, worthy of admiration, perseverance, and compassion. Her journey inspires and warms hearts, showing that even in the face of the greatest trials, it is possible to start anew. Despite everything she endured, she continues to care for the woman who was her ex-husband’s mistress, demonstrating a rare act of humanity and empathy.

she answered. “It’s fitting. Because you look like a creature that has been resurrected,” Williamson said and sat in the other recliner. Carter kept eating out of her bowl. “Did you come over here to comment on my looks?” Patty asked. “No, I came over here to say that I never thought I see the day that Patricia Freeman would tuck her tail and run,” Williamson said. “Oh, boy,” Carter stressed with worry. He walked over to the sofa and laid down on it. He had a hand full of popcorn.

And today all those suffering led me to admit, that,' She faced the camera confidently while a tear rolled down her eye and said, 'Niall Carter the CEO of The Ambition is a psychopath...'

In fact, he detested it, his favourite was red and he loved everything that had to do with red, he once told him a f*cked up thing about himself and that - he absolutely loved the colour of blood, thus, his love for red. As they walked past the multitude of tombstones with elegies written on them, Carter had an urge to turn around and walk away. He has never respected his father who was a born monster but instead of accepting it, he just tried to pretend that he was normal, Cruz Atherton was anything but normal. Caroline came to a stop in front of a white marble tombstone, that read - Here lies, Cruz Atherton. A loving mate, father and brother. Carter wanted to ask whether even a thing abou

Mom said like she was admiring the Chairman's son. I shook my head. Chairman Adamson Carter is the founder and owned more than half of shares in Carter's Group of Companies. And my mom's company which is the Hepburn Communications are under of Carter's group, meaning Mom's boss is the Carters, that's why she respects them so much. But I don't really give a damn on them. They are nothing but a godamn trash for me. "You're right..." I said even though I really don't care. "The chairman will have a welcome party for him, we must come! I'm gonna buy a dress for you!" She said and continue complementing the Carter's.

Not even women, parties, booze, or money could take the place of baseball in his life, no matter how much he’d partaken of all of those things. When his good friend Anthony Bertram had asked Carter to be an executive producer for a movie he was funding, Carter had thought Anthony was losing his mind. Anthony had once been the billionaire CEO of Bertram, Sons and Co. and was now the millionaire founder of Goldfinch Press with his girlfriend Thea, so he knew a thing or two about running business ventures. That fact had only confused Carter further—why him?

Sharon would never let go of Carter. Thomas interrupted, "She is the Kalen heiress. She is doted on by John, the future heir of the Westin family, and she has Xavier as her protector. Without Carter, she's doing better than ever." His voice was gentle but emotionless, his dark eyes void of any warmth—like a robot. "If you were in her place, would you want to go back to a husband who doesn't care, a son who doesn't love you, and a mother-in-law who bullies you?"

His phone screen glowed in the dim cabin light as he scrolled through article after article. George Carter. Billionaire, owner of the empire, philanthropist, yacht enthusiast. Every headline painted him as larger-than-life, the kind of man who could buy and sell entire hockey franchises without flinching. Atlan frowned, lingering on a photo of the silver-haired man stepping off a yacht with the grace of someone untouchable. This is the guy giving me a second chance? The weight of it pressed down harder than the altitude. He studied the man's sponsorship deals, charity galas, sports events. Carter was everywhere, backing winners, shaping industries. And beneath his name was a footnote that ma

She had to make her see some instances and not lose Michael just because of a mere jealousy that doesn’t make sense. No one would like to hear his generation will be extinct and be happy. Everyone wants a child to continue their legacy. Roxana tried to rack her brain, “I know she is the late Mrs Doreen Carter. A well respected woman she is still honored in her husband’s house till date and I guess till forever”.