Four Years Later Novels & Stories

"I've been watching." The guns clicked again. Ashford's men had their weapons out. Victor's men had theirs out. The room was a powder keg. "Sit down, Thomas." Antonio Moreau's voice was calm. "Sit down." Thomas Ashford sat. The room was silent. --- "It's been four years," I said finally. "Four years I spent watching. Learning. Waiting. And now I'm back." I met each pair of eyes in turn. "You can trust me or you can hate me. But you can't ignore me."

"Forget it. Don't get tangled up with him again. After everything, the fact that you can walk away clean—that's already impressive." The clean walk took four years to build. Four years of sleepless nights, piled up like bricks.

Now she is gone forever. Memory after memory hits me until I am so dizzy that I can’t even stand. My legs giveaway and I fall onto my knees. The stranger who bumped into me says nothing. He just keeps walking, not helping me up and not saying excuse me. I know the reason he doesn’t help me, so it doesn’t bother me that he didn’t. Life has made him bitter. He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care about anybody. But today is extra hard for him, because it’s been four years exactly since his mother passed away, and I can literally feel his heart breaking as if it were my own heart. I want to shed a tear for him, but when I look up, my mom and three sisters are all standing over me.

Five years of marriage, and Serena Vale was nothing more than a ghost in her husband’s mansion. Jackson Blackwood was brilliant, cold, and irreversibly tied to the memory of his first love, Avery, the woman who betrayed him to marry his identical twin brother, Jaden. When a devastating car crash leaves her husband, Jackson dead and his twin surviving, Serena’s world shatters. But grief quickly turns to horror when the surviving twin returns. He carries Jaden’s face, but his most intimate, private habits belong to Jackson. Then the realization hit her; Her husband is alive. He faked his own death and stole his dead brother's identity, just to escape her and play protector to Avery. B

He looked much better than before. I pulled out my phone and called my assistant. “Please help me to run a background check on someone. Her name is Lucy Shuman, Amy’s daughter. She lives in Riverside Estate, Building 3, Unit 2. Please find out whether she gave birth at Westside Hospital three months ago, and who the father is, as fast as you can.” After hanging up, I stood by the window for over two hours. After Lucas’s heart rate stabilized, I only found a chair to sit on.

"The entire family business... I'll put you in charge of it all." "We'll be the most powerful couple in Italy." I pulled my hand away. "Why can't you just tell the truth?" Soren was silent for a few seconds, then dropped the act. "Does it matter?" He looked at me, his usual entitlement written all over his face. "The outcome is good for both of us." I had to be sick in the head, completely crazy, to still be wasting my time on him. I stared at him for a long moment. Twelve years. I had been through twelve years of blood and chaos with him.

Unexpectedly, in the fifth year of our marriage, Jessie told me she wanted an open marriage. She was not asking. She was announcing it. Shane, the man who hit my father, was her 44th lover during our marriage.

Lorian slowed down his steps. He stared intently at Holly. His gaze was intense and unyielding. Lorian knew he was losing his composure. However, he was finally reunited with Holly again. What did it matter if he lost his cool? She had been gone for four years. Four freaking years! In those four years, they hadn't contacted each other via text or phone call. They hadn't even heard each other's voices. They had zero interaction. Lorian's face was tense. After a moment, he forced out a few cold words through clenched teeth.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

I hope the news will be false. "Tell me everything is wrong," "Everything is ... true," I don't know what to say anymore. I am speechless right now. "How long has it been?" "It's almost four years, ma'am." He said and that's it. I end the call. I can't hear it anymore. I can't believe it, after twelve years. Why Jared? Why did you do this to me? Four years? It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin.