Crazy Rich Asians Ending Novels & Stories

We are home. THE END

After leaving Sirelia, Stefano never recovered. Before long, the Calderone family fell apart completely. The once-mighty mafia empire crumbled, and its former glory became nothing more than a memory. Back at the estate, I laced my fingers through Niccolo's. Gabriele stood beside us, sunlight spilling across us. Niccolo held up the family portrait he'd just finished and bounced excitedly. "Mommy, let's go fly a kite by the beach!" I smiled and nodded, my eyes filled with unbridled joy.

After a lengthy explanation and an even longer lecture from the officers, the whole fiasco ended with a 500-dollar fine. By the time they walked out of the station, the sky was streaked with the last light of sunset. Kyle's phone rang. "Mr. Wyatt, we have a problem. The project Anya's team was handling just blew up. You need to get back here now! "The client is at the office, and they're furious..." Before Kyle could ask any questions, there was a burst of static on the other end, and the call dropped.

But it had become a mirror—every silence, every quiet corner, just reflected the chaos in her heart. “Why does love always end with heartbreak?” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the rain. She came to this place—north of Vancouver—to run from the pain. Two months ago, her fiancé, Oasis Gramper, died of lung cancer. He was the man who had made her believe love could be kind, love could be safe. Their meeting had been serendipitous: both seeking solace, both running from ghosts. Their time together was short, but meaningful. He had proposed under a field of stars, his eyes filled with hope and trembling promises. She said yes.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

The nanny was wiping away tears as they walked. As Alexia walked, she stopped and turned around with a scowl. "Stop crying already! That damn girl finally married Edward, and the Scott family is so rich. Yet she died without getting a penny from them! Now the Barrett family is bankrupt. Who am I supposed to rely on? Damn it. That unlucky girl." "Who died?" I asked. Alexia jumped at my voice. When she saw me, her legs went weak.

She paused slightly before getting in, she lifts her head to look at me one last time before entering the car. Ladies. The drive back to the hotel was quieter. Not uncomfortable. Just tired. Asia leaned her head back against the seat, staring out at the city while rain slid down the windows. “You’re falling asleep.” “I’m resting my eyes.” “That sounds fake.” “So does your personality.” She said I half smiled. When we got back to the suite, Asia kicked off her heels immediately. “That,” she announced, “was cruel and unusual punishment.” “You handled it well.” The words slipped out before I could reconsider them.

I heard as I felt something pierce my heart and blood gushed out of my mouth immediately, slowly I begin to lower to the ground "Kitten….!" I heard Nicklaus call as he took me in his arms "Please…kitten stay with me" He cried as the whole place turned chaos "I'm happy it wasn't you…." Those were my last word before I gave up THE END Drop your comments guys, how was the story, please support my book guys. Is Ashley dead? Will there be a sequel? Who's the mastermind behind the gunshot

Ashley exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement. Ian, despite being a billionaire, couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer unpredictability of the night. Ashley, beaming with joy, turned to him. "I told you, Ian! Sometimes, it's not about the money; it's about the thrill and the unexpected wins!" He couldn't help but smile, acknowledging the truth in her words. The casino adventure, initially met with protest, had turned into a night filled with excitement and a touch of serendipity. As they cashed out their winnings, Ashley gave Ian a triumphant look.