Left Behind Tv Series Novels & Stories

She gloated for a while longer, and when I didn’t respond immediately, she sent another jab, "If I hadn’t left the country back then, do you really think you’d even have a chance?" I quickly texted back, "Great! Let’s switch places. You help me leave, and I’ll leave the Scott family to you. The title of Mrs. Scott will be all yours." She hesitated for a moment but ultimately refused. "I want to wait for Evan to personally kick you out of the Scott family. There’s no way I’d miss the show of watching a pathetic loser like you hit rock bottom."

Now, I no longer understood why I had chosen to spend my life with someone like him. After lunch, my coworker drove me home. The house was pitch-dark. I skillfully turned on the lights, took my medicine, went to the study, finished the road-trip plan, and put away the notebook. Then I stood and scanned the study. Tomorrow afternoon, my flight would leave for Asheville. This was the last time I would sit here. I cleaned the study thoroughly, leaving no trace of myself behind. Adrian did not come home. At twelve-thirty in the morning, Sophie updated her social media again.

"This is your fault, you bitch! You're the one who messed everything up. Get the hell away from me! Just go!" Watching the ridiculous scene, I took Jimmy's hand and walked off like nothing had happened. He'd set up a private lounge and taken me to see the most breathtaking sunset at the hunting grounds. … Two months later, late one night, I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. Half-asleep, I answered. It was Jerry, and his voice was slurred. "Did we ever have a pup?" He was obviously drunk. He must've come across the clinic report I'd left behind.

"It can't be restored. Damon, dead people don't come back, and destroyed things don't return to what they were." His lips moved, but no words came out. Once, he could always force the world back into his rhythm. He was gentle, decent, patient in the way powerful men are patient, allowing me the occasional anger, allowing me to struggle a little inside his palm. It had never occurred to him that one day I would walk out of that palm for good. Commission men began clearing the room. Selena's screams had faded, leaving only rain tapping against the glass. Damon asked in a low voice, "Is the divorce part of the Commission ruling too?"

As he was dragged away, he turned his head to look back at me, and that was when his tears finally fell. His mother had come with the bodyguards. When she spotted me, she stopped in her tracks. "Zachary is going abroad to study business. If you still have feelings for him, then when he comes back—" "Mrs. Corington," I interrupted her in a placid tone, "I've already broken up with Zachary. I won't get involved with him again." She opened her mouth, but my words seemed to have eased her concerns, for she left with the bodyguards instead of saying anything.

This time, I did not look back. “Do not come after me,” I said. Then I left him standing outside the clinic with the past he had chosen.

The club was a premium one, but it was still full of murky figures. Landon knew Patrick had died unexpectedly back then, but he'd heard that Thalia's aunt had taken her in and brought her down south to live with her. He also knew Patrick's assets had been left in the care of that same aunt. How had things fallen apart in just over a decade? … Xavier and Gabriella had parted in bitterness. He figured they both needed time to cool down and would make up before New Year's. After all, they still had Ash and Lynn. How could they call it quits so easily?

he muttered in disbelief. I watched him flip through my phone. He even dialed the number Connor had given him over and over. Finally, he accepted I was the one backing him all along. His bravado vanished, and his crest fell. He stood in front of me, ready to say something. I grabbed my things and said, "We're done, officially!" "No." Cade grabbed my hand. "I'm not breaking up with you. Even if you're not the investor, you're still my girlfriend."

“When I was four, Dad—” Pete rushed forward and covered his mouth, pulling him away. That is to say, he had known her since he was four. My own child had kept it from me for over a decade. I smiled. Because at that moment, my last attachment to this family vanished. I no longer wanted any of them. I left. Completely left. The first few months after leaving myself were unbearable. I numbed myself with alcohol and gambling, enduring day after day. Then I went to the hospital, and the diagnosis came back.

" With that, she hung up on me. I didn't call her back. Instead, I dialed a number I hadn't contacted in ages. "I admit defeat, Kate. I'm willing to leave her and follow all of your arrangements." My older sister, Kate Wright, let out a soft sigh. "You were ready to die for her back then. Are you sure you can let her go?" A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "There's nothing I can't let go of." Years ago, my parents had disapproved of my relationship with Bianca and tried to force me into an arranged marriage. To be with her, I had willingly given up my identity as the scion of a wealthy family and cut ties with my parents in the name of what I believed was love.