Far From Over Nyt Novels & Stories

I waved my bank card at her and announced in a cold, distant tone, "I've received my triple pay, and my contract is over, so I don't have to take orders from you anymore." Something clicked in her mind, and she grabbed my arm in a panic. "Did you string me along for an entire month for just three million dollars? Who wired the money? Who gave you the approval to leave today?" I glanced past her at Jaxon, who had jealousy written all over his face, and nodded toward him. "Your newlywed husband, of course." He lunged forward and shoved me away. "Don't touch Hales!" I took the chance to slip away.

ReNew said, spinning in place with joy. Beth clapped her hands excitedly. “We need a ham! Maybe a turkey! And some yams. Oh, how about—” “We’re not throwing a wedding reception,” Odo interrupted with a grin. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, ladies. They haven’t seen each other in a long time. Might be a few days before they come back out.” ReNew scrunched her nose. “What could they possibly be doing for days? One night, maybe! But—”

Why had he grown so distant? I reached my desk and sat down, staring blankly at the pile of paperwork in front of me. The excitement of our trip, the joy of being together—it all felt like a distant memory now. My phone buzzed with a text from Martha. Martha: Any progress with Nathaniel? Did you tell him yet? I stared at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Me: Not yet. He’s been… off since we got back. I’m not sure what’s going on.

I‘m not pushing anyone away, and why don‘t you understand that this is not a real marriage I'm only married to him because of my parents and very soon it will end and we'll both forget we were ever married' I‘ll never fall in love with Scott Foster because there’s no such thing as love I said firmly Valarie don‘t be like that she said looking at me as if I was making a big mistake” I think it‘s best if we ended this conversation right now I said coldly, help me get ready for work or else I‘ll be late I said pushing the wheelchair past her and I heard her sigh in defeat as I did

I didn’t know how they knew so much. But one thing was certain: This wasn’t over. Not even close.

Close enough to require discretion. “Things are moving,” one of them said. “New players. Old ones resurfacing.” Adrian’s fingers stilled around her glass. “Resurfacing?” Nyelle’s gaze sharpened briefly before softening again. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.” Adrian met her eyes. “I don’t like when you say that.” “I know,” Nyelle replied. “That’s why I’m saying it.” Damon leaned closer. “You always this cryptic with each other?”

One year later, a blurry photo ran in a small local news outlet online. In the picture, a gaunt, disheveled woman was digging through a trash bin for food, her eyes empty and lifeless. The caption was cruelly blunt. [Former Mafia Heir's Lover Found Scavenging for Food on the Streets] I happened to scroll past the article while in my office, discussing a new pharmaceutical investment project with Antonio. I barely glanced at it before swiping away.

"Nadia please stop talking about the past. We have long been done with our relationship, so please never mention it, especially in front of my son and his mother...I beg of you!" His ex-girlfriend does not seem to hear his plea for she continues to talk of the past and the bitter reality that ended their relationship. "Did you not mention to her the reason we separated Imman? It's not that I got tired of waiting for you...well it is also one of the reasons but the truth is, and I know that it has hurt you too much!"

It had been a long day, but it seemed that it was far from over. ................................

I leaned back in my seat contentedly, feeling joy in my heart. Our progress had become much smoother without the interference of Matthew and the others. Ryan glanced at me and teased, "Looks like you're pleased!" "As the new year approaches, we’ll still be under a lot of pressure. We can have a good new year after we finalize this business, and you can take care of your personal affairs too. We can make some bold moves next year, right?" I asked Ryan. "It won’t be easy to settle all this by the end of the year." Ryan looked at me and said, "Stop mentioning my personal matters all the time!"