Never Too Late Novel Novels & Stories

Thank you all for choosing my book to read and for reading it to the end. I really appreciate the time spent reading this book and also every single single gift and coin that were giving. It means more to me than I can express. {If you love IT'S TOO LATE NOW and you would love to read another book of mine. You can check out DIVORCE: DEAR EX IT'S YOUR LOSS} These are few chapters I decided to post, I hope you all enjoy the story.

Then, he began pummeling himself on the chest. I'd kept a diary of my thoughts and emotions during the 200 days he had spent with Evie. In short, it was a record of my heartbreak. My entries had started out hopeful. Then, it gradually evolved into longing, disappointment, and ultimately, despair. I had also noted down the date that I was finally going to leave. The very last entry was my final note to him. "I don't love you anymore, Oscar Ramsay. Don't come looking for me. I don't want to see you ever again."

“You sure are a cruel one. I never forgot about you ever since that one time you unintentionally flirted with me.” At last, I remembered my first encounter with him. It was during the winter of my freshman year, when I was going to give Leon a hand-knitted scarf during my lunch break. While on the way to see him, I accidentally slipped and fell. It hurt so much that I stayed on the ground for a while. At the time, Luke looked at me the same way he did now. He smiled gently and asked, “Are you okay? Let me help you up.” He pulled me up and brushed off the snow for me before handing me a cup of hot coffee.

Gave up my brilliant medical career, my pride and my family’s trillion-dollar empire, all for a man who let our sick daughter die to protect his pregnant mistress. When Mitchell defunded the very research meant to save our little girl, the devoted housewife he knew died. In her place, Lady Fayre Vance, sole heiress to the global sovereign trust, was reborn from the ashes of absolute betrayal. I didn't just walk away with the signed divorce papers; I took my life-saving research and vowed to destroy his legacy. Three years later, I'm the most sought-after pediatric specialist in the world, standing in the arms of Matteo Zelda, the ruthless, fiercely protective billionaire who loved me when

she said sweetly, “do you ever regret anything?” He shook his head. “No. Regret is a waste of time. What’s done is done. What matters is moving forward.” Cassandra smiled wider. She loved that answer. It meant he would not look back. He would not search for Savannah. He had closed that chapter, and she was free to write the new one. The waiter returned with dessert, but Nathaniel waved it away. Cassandra ordered anyway, taking a piece of chocolate cake and eating it slowly, letting each bite seem like pleasure. She was enjoying more than food — she was enjoying her victory.

Dear Amazing Readers, again 😊🤍 If you are here, it means you stayed. You read through the pain, the mistakes, the love that came too late, and you wondered ‘what happens after?’ This sequel is not about starting over. It is about consequences, healing, and the kind of love that must fight its way back from regret. Some wounds don’t close easily. Some apologies arrive too late. And some stories are not meant to end quietly. Thank you for walking into this next chapter with me. Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (My Ex-Wife's New Man)

He drove her off with disgusted snarls until she reached the darkest, dampest corner under the bridge. She no longer had the strength to stand. She could only sink her back against the cold concrete wall, slick with moss, as she slowly slid down to the ground. Eleanor, who had once lived a life of luxury and believed she could control everything, now had no home, no money, and no dignity. She could only fight for refuge in the gutter of this city, alongside the homeless people she had always despised and looked down on.

I remember getting sick and waking up to find you sitting beside my bed, staying up all night to tell me stories until I fell asleep again. 'I remember you promising that you would protect me for the rest of your life. Back then, I truly believed we would always have each other. Too bad nothing in this world lasts forever. Still, thank you for teaching me that. 'When I die, don't bring my ashes back to the Bennett family. Just bury me somewhere quiet, somewhere no one knows my name. In this life, I have loved, and I have hated. That's enough for me—Landon Bennett.' Sherry stared at the final lines. Her vision blurred with tears.

A woman gasps in surprise, “Look! She has a new mate mark on her neck!” The surprise travels across the people in waves, and I can hear women gushing and crowding Anita. She gushes from all the attention being showered at her. Getting marked at such a later age is no doubt an extraordinary thing because usually, most mates mark each other in their late teens or early twenties. Anita soaks up the attention, she blushes red and regales the story of the marking that happened just last night, and I can see how she’s on top of the world right now. I don’t begrudge her that. Everyone deserves happiness but there’s a part of me that’s afraid.

Quickly, she stepped forward to plead again. “Sir, she’s just a foolish girl who didn’t know any better. I swear I’ll deal with her when we get home. Please, for my sake, just let this slide.” I told her, “Mrs. Jackson, I’ve gone my whole life without anyone ever daring to lay a finger on me or curse at me. If I let this go today, how could I possibly swallow that kind of humiliation?” Daisy’s face fell. She realized there was no saving the situation.