The Good Left Undone: A Novel Novels & Stories

Warning -) All are my books. List of Completed books BOOK 1 LINK -https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000001955 Spoiled billionaire's innocent Bride. *completed* Deep romance , heart break , happy ending.Story of a cold hearted billionaire and a sassy beautiful boy ."Do whatever you want to do , call me bitch , slut, whore ,or whatever ,just remember i just want you .i will always have whatever i have wanted ." -JustinRay grace being a popular the most hot eligible bachelor in town .The cold and hot ceo . He hates bitches who loves to spread their legs just for anyone .will the two

I stated with an attitude as I crossed my arms. I turned away from the horrible neurologist not caring that his eyes narrowed a little at my words. He was a horrible doctor who thought that games would jog my memory. “Fired him?” Danny asked as Lucas raised a brow at me. I may have not have had my memories but I still did have my premonition and it told me that he wasn’t a good doctor. “Yes, when I left his office I went and found a neurosurgeon that is willing to work on my brain.” I stated as I pulled out the card from my dress pocket and set it in front of Lucas.

I ripped everything Andrew left behind in two and tossed it all in the trash. Time was not the only thing I had wasted during our time together. He had been camping out under my window for days, like he was on some kind of stakeout. Every time he saw me, he would start to say something, then just clam up. However, when I pulled out the gloves he gave me, his eyes sparkled to life. Too bad for him, I tossed them into the bin without a second thought.

The travel agency had a nifty feature: they equipped both tourists and guides with locators to keep everyone from getting separated. Chester barged in with a plate of food and plopped down next to me, gripping me tightly. He nuzzled into my neck, inhaling deeply. "I've missed you so much." He clung on, refusing to let go, and tried to spoon-feed me. "Here, let me." I slapped the spoon away. "What's the point? I don't feel anything for you anymore." The spoon, made of glass, shattered on the floor. Chester squeezed tighter, and I struggled to catch my breath.

I swapped in a fresh magazine into the gun and said, "Uncle Umberto, you got one thing wrong. I'm not just causing a scene. Lorenzo simply isn't worthy anymore." I added, "Also, tell him not to touch my things. He disgusts me." I hung up and turned to look at Valentino. "Get ready. I'm taking the abandoned church property." That used to be our secret base. That was where Lorenzo said in his letters where he wanted to be buried. It was also the entrance to the family's arms depot. Since I was cutting ties, I was going to cut them clean. I was going to completely rip him out from his roots.

“Don, the manor has been cleaned up. Would you like to see it?” “Yes!” Pete’s eyes suddenly lit up, almost uncontrollably excited. “Of course.” He had been all smiles on the way there.But when he arrived, the smile froze instantly.Everything was gone. All the items that had held their shared memories. Every letter.Every keepsake.Every ounce of love he had flaunted and then discarded. Because he had burned them all. He had destroyed her with his own hands. Isabella's dress—burnt to ashes.Her jewels—sold out.

It was a text from an unsaved number she almost didn't recognize before she did. Nathan says you have good taste in bookstores. He gave me the one on 7th. Thought you might want to know it's there. She stopped walking. Read it twice. Caleb had texted her. She didn't know when she'd given Nathan her number for Caleb to have, or when Nathan had decided to facilitate this, but Nathan was a novelist and novelists understood the architecture of the right moment, whether they were building it deliberately or not. She stood on the sidewalk in the West Village, six blocks from where she'd just closed a door, and felt something she hadn't felt in six weeks.

"Logan, will you only be satisfied after you've driven me to my death? Harley Brooks is leaving for Toronto soon. After this, we'll never have another chance to see each other. I'm only going to see him off as his professor. Is that wrong too?" Her phone rang unexpectedly. When she answered, her voice turned impossibly gentle. "Okay, wait for me. I'll be there in half an hour." Before leaving, Leighton tossed the divorce papers into the trash. "We'll discuss when I get back. But don't even think about a divorce." She slammed the door so hard it echoed. Inside the room, only the sound of my own sobbing remained. I'd already checked. There were no flights to Toronto tonight. Sure enough, not l

I made sure they knew Bennett and I were no longer an item. Those crafty devils wasted no time hounding Bennett and Rosie for every penny. Buried in debt, they were stuck in a cycle of endless borrowing. They even sold Bennett's family home, yet it was still not enough. They vanished to some other city. Me? I got fed up with Wade's relentless pursuit and decided to take a chance on myself. On our wedding day, Wade laid all his cards on the table. He even purged his phone of all female contacts—a clean slate for our new beginning.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.