Novel & Cerita The Last Gift Novel

Each gift arrived with a small note stuck to the back. “Five more days until we remarry.” “Four more days until we remarry.” “Three more days until we remarry.” The second to last gift was a diamond watch that had appeared in one of Austin’s posts, engraved with the words “Love of My Life.” The moment I saw it, I had a feeling it had been meant for someone else. I was right. At the last exhibition I held before leaving the country, Austin pushed through the crowd and stormed onto the stage in front of all the press.

Adam let them in. Asher had aged even more since I last saw him. His shoulders were hunched, and his eyes had dimmed. Noah came in a wheelchair. Jace looked like hell—wasted and worn. They didn’t speak to me. They just left a small gift near the table. The card said, ‘May you have the most wonderful, most perfect life.’ I didn’t bring it home. I left it sitting near the trash bin. Because some gifts, when they come too late, aren’t gifts at all. They’re apologies dressed in paper. And I wasn’t interested in apologies anymore.

I hugged them all and stopped J, I hugged them tight and with so much gratitude in my voice… “Thank you J, you have helped me to see my beauty again. Words can not express the gratitude I have for you and your team.” J smiled and replied “Bitch your gorgeous, you just need a little help remembering. And I’m definitely going to take you up on a place to stay while in Boston…” they turned and started walking away, calling over there shoulder “The master isn’t done with their muse!”

Gavin was eating it up. "In the end, it's about vision," he said, arms wide like he was on a TED Talk. "I gave you a little gift, you blew up, and now—look at you." He motioned to the sharp suits and the massive summit logo behind him. "This? This is the world you SHOULD'VE reached for. But no—you let your jealousy spiral. You had the winning hand, Vera. And you still lost." I met his eyes, ice cold. "You done? Good. Move."

We went to my parents' for dinner that night. Only then did I realize it was our birthday. Dante had ordered the cake. "Two birthdays, one cake. Efficient." It was beautiful. Layers of cream and fruit. Mango. Grace's favorite. I was allergic to mangoes. Nobody noticed. Dante lit the candles and put the crown on Grace's head. "Grace. Make a wish." I stared at the cake. The crown. His patient smile. "Dante." He glanced at me. "Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?"

I can close my eyes and tell which one of my kids are my favourite even though Aurora isn’t my blood I would always choose her over everything and everyone. Am glad that I listened to that man and took another way which lead me to aurora and am grateful for him for guiding me to my heart. Working with criminals and masterminds for years I lost the soft side of my heart which she brought it alive. Her green eyes and platinum blonde hair with tanned skin she looked like a porcelain doll, I still fear what would have happened if I didn’t take her home with me that night, am glad I did.

he whispered toward the entryway. Damien didn't answer his question. Instead, a single, chilling sentence pierced the closed door. "I know you're in there." A long, agonizing pause followed before Damien added, "Walk away now... or this becomes your last assignment." The lock clicked, but it wasn't Damien forcing his way in from the outside. The stranger inside had made his choice. Elena heard the sudden, desperate rush of his boots toward the back window. The glass shattered with a deafening crash, followed by the heavy thud of a body landing hard in the muddy alleyway below.

"He killed them. He's got that super-male syndrome and he has violent streak. He killed countless pets when he was a child and I covered for him. But I never imagined he'd murder his kids. We tried to stop him, but he swore each time was the last." She sobbed, continuing, "We're guilty for covering up for him. He's our only son. But I can't watch you lose your mind. Stephanie is gone. Kurt killed her." The crowd was stunned. "Did I hear that right? Kurt killed his kids?" "Even animals don't kill their young. Why would he?" Florence stood rigid, glancing at me. I was dumbfounded. "I didn't." "Your parents have always protected you. No way they'd frame you!" Florence yelled. "Why did you kill

Then, there was the fourth, the fifth… Everett had selected every gift with great effort. They were not only valuable, but they also represented his strongest feelings and unspeakable thoughts. He wanted to secure her by his side so that she would never leave him. By the time he almost presented all the gifts before Ninian, her vision was already blurry, and her face was full of tears. Time slowly passed, and each second was long, meaningful, and unforgettable. Finally, Everett opened the last gift. The box was mostly empty. It only held a piece of card.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.