Never Too Late Novel Novels & Stories

All I wanted was to relax before starting my new life. I went on a short trip with my friend, and when I came back a few days later, I realized my email inbox was nearly full. When I opened it, I found that every message was from Samantha. Since I had blocked her everywhere else, she had apparently been forced to use an old email account she had not touched in years. I clicked on one at random and saw a document attached. It was a long apology letter from Samantha. The writing was childish and almost laughable, full of shallow regrets and empty promises that did nothing to move me.

Didn't I tell you we'd go another time? [Lacey's stomach is sensitive. You're basically her sister-in-law already. Can't you be more understanding?] [She feels so guilty she can't even eat. Hurry over!] The same things over and over again. Still, it was more messages than we had exchanged in the past month combined. … On the ride home, I kept wondering–why had I fallen for Felix in the first place? I think it was the day his startup got rejected by investors for the twentieth time, while my design drafts were being sent back for the thirty-fifth revision.

I smiled, sadly recalling that at this point, I was just a girl who was happy with her life, who had great plans for her future and to continue helping people in any way I could. I was just so innocent of what would befall me in the coming years. Finally, I flipped to the first diary entry that Carla had written in imitation of my handwriting. “May 4th… “Today makes it a month since I found out I wasn’t a Diaz. The Sullivans has been really nice to me and I think I’ll consider them my new family now. To continue being part of that family, I guess I must marry Lucien now. I had been planning on breaking up with him before but if I do now, I’ll have no plaice in this world.”

She hadn’t expected that even now, Kane was still thinking of making that little bastard his heir. But the next second, her gaze swept over the torn clothes on the floor, and she felt reassured. So what if Kane still cared? That pup couldn’t possibly win. Her smile deepened. Gently, she changed the subject to draw Kane’s attention away. Inside the window, warmth and comfort surrounded them. Outside, the wind howled and snow turned to freezing rain. Eventually, my pup could hold on no longer. His tiny body collapsed into the snow, completely still. Just before slipping into unconsciousness, he mumbled through chattering teeth:

Instead of asking me about it, that one-sentence spiteful remark destroyed me. My baby. A lie? No. No. I jumped up so fast, the chair tipped backward. I couldn't stay here. … One hour later, I was walking alongside the busy street, the cool air wound tightly around me in a swatch of coat. The city was too fast for me to see or to respect people. They were rushing past me, honking and laughing. I felt submerged, like I didn't belong. I stopped in front of a pharmacy and walked inside.

SIENNA'S POV I walked into the living room that morning and promptly stalled as I noticed the woman on the couch. The second oldest Ashbourne woman calmly raised a glass of wine to her lips as she flipped through what looked like a fashion magazine. I checked my wrist watch, and it was a little over 4PM. “Isn’t it too early for wine, Mrs. Ashbourne?” I asked as I moved fully into the room. She raised the glass for another sip, then replied,“It never too early for wine.”

The young lady looked at me hesitantly, totally untrusting. On this cold February night, I encountered the strangest thing that ever happened to me. A stranger, a girl I can see in full color! The encounter changed my very existence! What has happened? What kind of powers does she have to cure my eyesight? What was it about her? I want to know; I got to know!

My new role was a challenging one, after all. It was deep into the night, yet I was still working overtime at the company. Suddenly, I felt a weight on my shoulder. "It's about time to go home. Don't overexert yourself." Dylan handed me a glass of warm milk and took my hand in his, gently massaging it. He then cocked his head to the side and looked at me, feeling sorry for me. I lifted the glass of milk and happened to glance out of the window when the first snowflake of the season fell out of the sky. The bright street lamps outside made it look exceptionally beautiful.

The ladies went quiet, and peace returned to the table. Clyde kept glancing at his wristwatch. They were thirty minutes late. What the hell was keeping them? “Ah, who are these people?” Someone exclaimed. And then more gasps spread across the table, prompting Clyde to glance up. His jaw dropped and his phone almost slid off his hands. What the hell were they wearing!?

On the day my family went bankrupt, my older sister fled the country overnight to escape her wedding. When I returned home after selling off every luxury item I owned, my alcoholic father drugged me and sent me to the bed of Tristan Chevalier, a man with intermittent explosive disorder. Once the effects of the drug wore off, he realized something was wrong. His eyes bloodshot with rage, he wrecked Chevalier Manor. He was even willing to sever ties with his family just to go abroad and explain everything to my sister. In the end, however, Tristan's grandmother, Donna, threatened to take her own life, forcing him to marry me and register our marriage. Whenever Donna pressured him to hav