Finally I Found Novels & Stories

The anger inside me had nowhere to go except toward the people who engineered all of it. My phone rang, it was Rocco calling. I picked up on the second ring. “Boss,” he called out immediately I picked up. “I found it.” I sighed deeply, knowing what he was talking about. The truth. The truth from five years ago was now standing in front of me and all I had to do was sit here and listen to it. “Meet me in my study,” I replied in a low voice. Rocco arrived thirty minutes later carrying a thick file. His face told me the news would be worse than I had imagined. He sat down across from me without waiting for permission as he placed the thick file on the desk.

When I was awake and panicking, he was asleep and when I finally worked up the courage to try again, he was in meetings. I told myself it was fine. I would tell him eventually. I just needed to find the right moment. But the right moment never came. Sitting across from Maya in a quiet café, I realized I couldn't carry this alone anymore. "You looked terrible," she said bluntly, sipping her latte. "Thanks." She leaned forward, expression softening. "Sandra, what's going on?" I hesitated, fingers wrapped around untouched tea. Maya had been my friend since childhood. If there was anyone I could trust, it was her.

Just maybe. The hardest part was finally behind them. ❤️📖💕👶🌸👶💙👶🩷✨

“Enough of this interrogation. If you don’t have the answer I asked for, quietly leave.” James pressed his lips together, swallowing the sting of those words. He had known Alex for years, but the man before him wasn’t just drunk; he was drowning. Still, James ignored the sharpness, telling himself it was the alcohol speaking. “I found her,” James finally said, his voice steady. “Here’s the address. Exact number, exact building.” Alex’s eyes lit up instantly. He shot to his feet so suddenly the chair nearly toppled. “Good!” He grabbed his phones with shaky hands. “Let’s go.”

He answered, and his expression changed almost instantly. "Sebastian." "What?" "We found the man." The room went completely still. Her heart slammed against her ribs. "Where?" Nathan looked over at her. "Three blocks from here." Sebastian's whole body went rigid. "How did you find him?" "He wants us to." A cold silence settled over all three of them. "He left something behind," Nathan continued. "What?" "A photograph." He handed it over. Sebastian looked at it once, his jaw tightening, then turned it slowly toward Zara.

Like everything I’d been holding back was pressing to get out. “I found her.” The sentence fell out of me before I could stop it. Ryder froze. “What?” Cole’s voice came from behind me. “You what?” I turned just in time to see him coming down the stairs, one hand on the railing, eyes sharp and confused. “I found Tessa,” I said again. Saying her name out loud did something to my chest—it hurt and healed at the same time. “I know where she is. I finally found her.” My voice shook. I didn’t bother hiding it.

Five years after our divorce, I saw my ex-husband, Noah Whitmore, beneath a magnolia tree. He had grown much thinner, but clothes looked more than twice as expensive as they used to be. "It's been a long time. How have you been?" [I've been fine, just a little bored. What about you?] "My company went public. Things have gone fairly smoothly, though I've been a little busy." [Oh, that's good.] After a long silence, he let out a sigh. "Belle, the magnolias in our hometown have bloomed again. Where did you go?" I looked down at my transparent body and answered his words once more. [I'm right here.] Unfortunately, he could no longer hear me.

I covered my ears but it still wouldn’t go away…that laugh…that voice…‘his’ voice… “Finally…I found you…” Found you…found you…. He found me…he…found me…

Love could save, but hate could kill. All he got from her was a vicious beating, and that was when he truly understood what it meant to be utterly lost and alone. Meanwhile, my parents and Wynnie scoured the globe for me, turning over every stone in country after country, but they came up empty. It was not until a swanky soiree three years later that they finally laid eyes on me. There I was, decked out in a designer suit, the picture of calm. On my arm was a lady, her skin pale and delicate.

I will be so grateful to them till the end. Finally I found my way and all I need to do is walk through the way and get out of my hell . ..............