It's Too Late To Apologize Novels & Stories

At the height of my career, I became the youngest law professor in the field and married my childhood sweetheart, Daisy Reid. We were known as the "golden couple of the legal world," and in the eyes of many, we were the perfect loving couple. In the tenth year of our marriage, my mother took my son, Caleb Davis, out, and they were involved in a car accident. The driver had been speeding while intoxicated. My mother only had enough time to shield Caleb in her arms before she died on the spot. To my surprise, my wife, Daisy, appeared and sat next to the murderer, James Benton, as his defense attorney in the courtroom. "Our client was just driving normally when the deceased suddenly rushed out in an attempt to stage an accident, which ultimately led to the accident. The deceased party should bear the main responsibility for the accident." Upon hearing that, I stared at her in disbelief. Soon after, anger surged within me. My eyes bloodshot, I growled, "My mom would never stage an accident! I have a witness!" However, the ten-year-old Caleb, who was to testify as a witness, grabbed James' arm and said, "I testify that Grandma was trying to fake an accident by purposely crashing into Mr. Benton's car. Dad even tried to make me lie. I would never hurt Mr. Benton." The moment those words left his mouth, my heart sank completely.

He was the ruthless billionaire who promised me forever, then chose his empire on the night I was going to tell him I was carrying his child. So I disappeared. Five years later, Regina Price is no longer the woman who waited in the shadows. I’m a successful chef with a growing empire, a four-year-old daughter who knows nothing of her father, and a carefully guarded heart. Until Adrian Moretti storms back into my life. And when fate brings us face-to-face again, he notices the little girl with my smile and his eyes. Now, he wants answers. He wants redemption. And he wants his family back. But another man has decided that I belong to him too. And this time, the fight for me unveils secrets and scandals that could destroy us all. In a world of power, obsession, and betrayal, one truth becomes clear; some loves are worth risking everything for, and some people will kill to make sure you never get a second chance.

My family sold me for $10 million. For three years, I was Dominic Winter's dirty secret—locked in his basement, bleeding twice a week to keep the ruthless billionaire alive. While I slowly died in the basement, he planned his wedding with my sister. The night he touched me, and whispered that I was his salvation, making me believe I mattered—I was pathetic enough to believe his words. However, I heard him tell his mother the truth one night: "She's just a medical necessity. Handle her with care." That was all I was to him—a medical necessity. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. I ran. Six years later, I'm Dr. Bree Roberts—the world-renowned scientist he's been desperately searching for. I have our son. I have my freedom. I have the only cure that can save his dying life. Now Dominic Winter is on his knees, begging. But the girl he destroyed? She's dead. And the woman who rose from those ashes? She's going to make him pay for every drop of blood he took.

“You were never meant to be Luna.” Those words destroyed Aria’s life. Rejected by her fated mate, Remus, and cast out by the family she desperately wanted to belong to, Aria leaves her pack carrying a secret, she’s pregnant with the Alpha’s child. Five years later, she returns as a successful businesswoman and devoted mother, no longer the broken girl they abandoned. But when her son’s mysterious wolf abilities and a growing political conflict force her back into wolf territory, old wounds reopen. Now Remus wants a second chance. The problem? Another Alpha wants her too. And it’s far too late to claim her.

I was the real son, finally found and brought back by my billionaire parents, only to be diagnosed with leukemia right after. The only person who matched my bone marrow was the adopted son, Doug Daniel. So my parents rushed to bring him back into the family, making him my donor. To make it up to him, they did everything they could for him. My parents handed over the inheritance. My fiancée, Moira Stevens, hovered around him every day. When the pain got so bad that I could barely stand it, my parents pointed at me and snapped, "Jay! You keep bringing up your illness. Are you really that eager to take away Doug's health?" Moira, a medical school professor, didn't hold back either. "I'm a doctor. You think I don't understand your condition? You act like you're dying every single day. You just can't stand that we're being nice to Doug." On the day of the transplant, I lay on the operating table and waited. But Moira, the one in charge of harvesting Doug's marrow, never came in. I closed my eyes and waited for death. None of them knew I had already signed up to donate my body.

My little sister, Maya, got into a car crash. I put her in a high-end recovery center. Her injuries were bad. Progress crawled. They kept extending her treatment, one phase at a time. Early this morning, the manager called. Said the card wouldn't cover the next phase. That's when it hit me—peak season at the company. I'd been slammed, barely breathing. I hadn't topped it up in forever. I told her I'd transfer the money. She shut it down. Said I had to show up and sign in person before they'd extend anything. So after work, I rushed over. Straight into rush hour traffic. Then she called again. "Ms. Keyne, your balance hit zero three minutes ago. We're terminating services. This is a premium facility—we don't do free care. The patient tied to your account has been removed per policy."

Bethany Cole and Shane Stafford were supposed to get married in two weeks, but Shane was thinking about postponing the wedding again. It was all because his stepsister, Yelena White, had another episode and was crying for him to drop everything and take her to Maldivea to see the ocean. The wedding had been planned for two years, and Bethany had had enough. If Shane did not want to get married, she would find someone else to take his place.

My ex-husband has remarried. Before the wedding, his new wife sends me an invitation. I can't understand this. Why would she invite her husband's ex-wife to her wedding? Half a year later, my ex-husband and his new wife make it onto the trending topics. #HaveMilesGallagher'sStandardsDroppedAfterHisDivorce? #MilesGallagherMustBeFilledWithRegret

My boyfriend, Liam Sterling, has a female friend, Lyra Kensington, who’s always been far too comfortable crossing lines. On our anniversary, she gifted him an alarm clock, leaning in to whisper loud enough for me to hear, “For timing. I’m afraid he won’t last.” At our engagement party, she sauntered over with a self-satisfied smirk and handed him a box of extra-small condoms as her engagement gift. The day finally came when Liam proposed to me. But just before we were supposed to register the marriage, Liam dropped the truth: “Lyra needs a nominal father for her baby, but I will marry you in eight months.” No one doubts that I would be as devoted as ever to wait another eight months. After all, I’ve already spent seven years by his side. But at that very night, I accepted my family’s plan abroad and vanished from Liam’s world forever.

BLURB For sixteen years, Skylar Adams built a man who slowly destroyed her. At 36, she is invisible in her own home, mocked by her children, controlled by her mother-in-law, and betrayed by the husband she sacrificed everything for. Jason Lawrence didn’t just cheat. He erased her. But the day she reaches her breaking point becomes the day everything changes. Zane Lawson,the man she once saved years ago steps back into her life. Powerful, composed, and quietly devoted, he offers her something unfamiliar: safety… and a chance to become herself again. As Skylar rebuilds her life, Jason is forced to watch the woman he broke become the woman he can no longer reach. And when he finally wants her back… It’s too late.