Cinta Sudah Terlambat Novels & Stories

He rubbed his hair frustratingly, then flipped open the diary on my desk. There was a number on there: 99. That was how many times they had disappointed me over the years. Xavier did not understand. He frowned and tossed the dairy to the floor. He muttered while recording a voice message, "Stop throwing a tantrum. Winnie is still waiting for the blueberry cheesecake you promised to bake. It's her sixteenth birthday, so you better be home in an hour, or else…" He put his phone aside and went to the living room.

He can't imagine that she wasn't going to come over to find him. After going rash with him with her words, she still has the gut to stay away. She had pushed him far away from her. And now, he has learnt to live without her. He switched off his phone, feeling a little unhappy about Rosa's behavior and not wanting to yield to the temptation of calling her. He loves her, his entire being loves her and though he has sealed his heart, he still yearns for her. Theresa Mo decided to call Lanre and asked him how the day had been and when he intended to travel to Country A.

"No one is here to bother you now. We'll stay here forever. We'll start over, okay?" Late that night, sharp cramps tore through his stomach. He clutched his abdomen by instinct and called into the dark, "Eve, my stomach hurts." There was no answer. Only the cold Manhattan wind rattling the white curtains. Adrian curled up on the freezing wedding bed with the urn in his arms. At last, he broke down and cried like a man who had burned his own life to the ground and only understood the fire after nothing was left.

~OLIVIA~ I sat on my sofa. I traced the edge of my diamond ring while a smirk appeared on my face. Then suddenly, my phone buzzed and I swiped the screen open instantly, expecting Matt's name. Instead, a text message popped up from a private number with no caller ID. “The suite at the Grand Horizon is booked for tomorrow night, beautiful. Don't keep me waiting like last time.” My cheeks flushed but I deleted the message immediately. I shook the thought out of my head. I could not lose my focus now. I had to secure Matt.

Love requires patience. For six years, I had dimmed my own light for Dominic Brown. I had managed his home, swallowed my dreams, and faded into the background so his empire could shine. And still, I clung to the belief that my loyalty would eventually warm his cold heart. Tonight, that belief was cracking. I moved along the edge of the ballroom, avoiding the center where the elite mingled. Whispers followed me like smoke. “Did you see that?” one executive’s wife murmured behind her champagne flute. “The poor thing actually believes she belongs here.”

Justin's tone softened into something more pleading, which was rare for him when speaking to Serena. Serena almost thought she was hallucinating. There was once upon a time when his tenderness was something she yearned for. But now… "It's too late." Serena's voice was distant. "Justin, everything you are saying now is too late." "What do you mean it's too late?" Justin asked. "Do you mean Candice? I'll give her some money to make her leave, and we can still go back to the way things were!" "Hah." Serena let out a cold laugh. "You haven't changed at all!"

Tahimik lang niya itong hinintay. Sa ngayon, kung may isa pa siyang gustong mangyari. Iyon ay ang tuluyang makapgtapos kahit sobrang late na siya. Wala naman kasing age pagdating sa pangarap. Walang age pagdating sa mga bagay na gusto mo talagang gawin. Walang age pagdating sa pagmamahal mo sa mga sinimulan mo. Kaya kahit mahuli, ayos lang kay Yesha. Dahil alam niyang kahit anong mangyari, gagawin at gagawin niya hanggang sa makuha ang matagal na niyang hinihiling.

"Mr. Laurent has carried a torch for you these past five years! Despite how sweet and loving Bella is, you're the one he's pined for! Your picture still sits on his desk!" He stooped to gather the torn pieces, his actions fueled by anger. "You're nothing but a homewrecker! You've shattered what Mr. Laurent and the sweet Bella have built over five years!" Mark rose to his full height, his eyes burning with blame as he fixed them on me. "Do you really think you're all that? You're nothing but a fake! A selfish person who ditched true love!" I slammed the door shut, tuning out his bitter words. Later that afternoon, "Atelier Valeriano" popped into my head.

He stood by the window, dazed and unhinged. Then he spoke. "I love you so much, Astrid." I felt no longing in my heart as I turned and drifted away. —I no longer love you, Keith.

’ That word was starting to feel like a curse. “There’s no indication of infertility,” he continued calmly. “Sometimes, these things just take time.” Time, Patience,Hope. I had heard it all before. “I understand,” I said quietly, even though frustration pressed heavily against my chest. He gave me a small, reassuring smile. “Try not to stress yourself. It doesn’t help.” I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I believed that. After a few more words, the appointment ended like all the others—without answers.