Carmen Carter Patreon Novels & Stories

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”.

Nevertheless, as long as Nathan would make an appearance, something wild would happen. Rex felt even more excited as he made his way to the ceremony. This day has been a year since their wedding. Carmen and Daniel were said to be a match made in heaven. One of them was a young talent who rose up to a star in the finance and economy sector, while the other being the precious daughter of the Adams family. Carmen had a contract with the Stephenson Media Company and had become one of their celebrities. As a matter of fact, it was announced that she would be taking part in a major blockbuster with one of the famous A list actors playing the leading role.

Carsen opened his eyes, and with a slight parting of his thin lips, he interrupted her, "You are not even one in a million compared to her." Danna had always been held in high regard by others, so she never expected to be belittled by a man one day. She was shocked and at the same time felt ashamed. Carsen's voice was indifferent, "Carolyn is kind-hearted. Since elementary school, she would often go to nursing homes and disability centers to help those in need. After experiencing some things, she stopped for a few years, but then she started doing it again. She built a stray cat and dog center, giving those stray animals a home. She also sponsored nearly a hundred impoverished students, help

Carson wasn’t just anyone; he was Hector’s grandson, the Jonathan heir apparent, born into privilege and splashed across tabloids for his endless string of flings and scandals. “You’re here for the competition?” Carson asked. “That was fast. Already finished?” “No. I wasn’t allowed in.” Carson raised a brow. “Impossible. Who would dare say you can’t compete?” “I registered, but was still turned away.” Carson saw his chance. “Hold on. Don’t leave. I’ll talk to the organizers. You’ll be in, trust me.” Caitlin gave him a small smile. “That’s kind of you. Thank you.”

"The funds were transferred through a shell company registered in the Cayman Islands called Apex Media Limited. But our forensic accounting team traced the ultimate wire transfer back to its origin." Mark slid a printed bank statement across the desk. I picked it up and read the line highlighted in bright yellow ink. The primary funding account belonged to a subsidiary firm owned entirely by Carter Innovations. "Damian Carter," I said, my voice turning flat and cold. "Yes, sir," Mark confirmed. "Carter authorized a fifty-thousand-dollar transfer to Apex Media four days ago. He personally funded the smear campaign against Ms. Bennett."

"There are programs, funds, grants. Sometimes miracles happen when you least expect them." Carmen's eyes fill with tears as she looks between me and her son. "I have applied for everything. Been denied everything." "Then we will try again. Together," I say firmly, pulling out a notebook from my purse. For the next hour, I walk Carmen through paperwork, make phone calls from the bedside phone, and explain programs she did not know existed. With each small victory an approved application, a payment plan, a temporary assistance fund I felt something inside me healing.

The giant electronic screen switched to a detailed personal profile. "Elizabeth Carter, daughter of Adrian Carter, Leader of the Werewolf Alliance, graduated with honors from the world's top Werewolf Academy. She is the only rightful heir to the Alliance." At that moment, the screen began displaying footage of me representing the Alliance at various important pack summits. It also showed a photo of my mother, the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess Sanctuary, with her arm around my shoulders, smiling warmly beside me at the Moon Goddess' crowning ceremony.

Carter frowned, "What do you mean?" Arielle smiled and said: "I am the current owner of the Riot Racing Team, and I also reorganize the Riot Racing Team, but our team lacked two cars, so we wanted to ask President Carter to sponsor him. In the future, our Riot Racing Team will be dedicated to President Carter. What does Mr. Carter think about the car endorsement? Of course, Mr. Carter must ensure that any car he sells must have a safety guarantee."