Novel & Cerita Too Late Colleen Hoover Audiobook

Tiana also joined her, attempting to smooth things over. As the group argued and resisted, another team of officers walked in. "Who is Andrew Lorne? Acting on a tip, we discovered human remains at your family's countryside residence. Forensic analysis has confirmed the bones belong to your wife, Jovana York."

I kissed Yvonne on the forehead and asked, "By the way, where's Colleen? Why didn't she show up to the wedding?" "Dr. McClain passed away. Coco was too embarrassed to ask you for the acupuncture regimen, so she went overseas for treatment." "Will her leg recover?" I asked drowsily. "Probably not." "What a shame. She had already been able to stand." As soon as I finished speaking, my eyelids began to droop. Holding the beautiful woman in my arms, I eventually fell asleep.

Something was off. “…if we can intercept their next shipment, we might be able to confirm the Crow’s link to Benedict Holdings,” Colleen said, breaking the silence. Savannah nodded absently, but did not look up. Her distraction was so unlike her. Usually, she was sharp, focused, and often questioned everything. But tonight, though, her mind seemed somewhere else entirely. When our meeting finally wrapped up, Colleen stretched lazily, gave Savannah a knowing grin, and said he’d “check in later.” Then he left through the side door, and I waited until his footsteps had completely faded into the night.

She nudged my shoulder with her elbow, her voice dropping into an eager, low whisper. "Okay, cut the small talk, Coco," Annie demanded, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "The kids are busy. Give me the real tea. I’ve been dying on that ten-hour flight wanting to know every single juicy detail. What is the deal with Leon? Chloe told me he’s been running around Paris like a chicken with its head cut off, but I want to hear it from you. Tell me about the corporate begging." A slow, deeply satisfied smirk spread across my face as I took a sip of my wine, the memory of Leon’s trembling, disheveled form in my lab flashing pleasantly through my mind.

It was as if she wanted to take the time to remember what it was like when I was still alive. She eventually got to my bed and lay down. It seemed that the familiar scent of her late son finally broke through her walls as she started crying. A long while later, her hand brushed against a black book underneath the pillow. Oh, I knew that book. It was my diary. She carefully flipped it open.

"But the mistake ends tonight. Murphy Daniel got the housewife who bent over backwards to please him. Texas is going to get the surgeon." I took a deep breath, the cold air filling my lungs, and looked at the black corporate folder one last time. The weak, broken woman who walked out of that mansion was gone.

"Bring her back to me. I’ll be waiting." There was a long silence on the other end of the line before the assistant spoke again, his voice hesitant, "Mr. Horton, there’s something you should know. We traced Mrs. Horton's steps and discovered that she... she passed away two months ago. During a failed surgery. Her body has been lying in the hospital morgue ever since." I watched as the blood drained from Caleb’s face, his grip tightening around the phone until his knuckles turned white. For the first time, I saw it—the crack in his armor, the unmistakable flicker of disbelief and fear.

"Her apartment's close to the office anyway, right downtown. It's not a big issue." I had been drinking, and I was getting sleepy. Listening to him ramble on only made me more annoyed. At the same time, I almost wanted to laugh. Lacey had not just recently moved there. She had lived in that same apartment complex ever since she joined his company. … When I got home, I received a message from Cooper. He sent over information about his company, but he didn't try to persuade me further. He only asked me to think it over carefully. I was reading it when my phone was suddenly snatched away.

No more lying awake wondering what was wrong with me. Later that night, the sounds of their passion traveled through the walls. Isabella's cries rang out like victory trumpets. Her ardent cries of pleasure rang out. I put on my headphones to block out the noise, but they did nothing for the turmoil between my ears. The pain from the mate bond, from Zarek, was something I couldn’t hide from. I clenched my teeth and told myself: I was going to find everything I ever wanted. In a place where I could breathe without smelling him. Where every day wouldn't be a reminder that I wasn't enough.

“He said if I can’t get a hundred million to him in ten minutes, he’ll destroy my face and strip me down in the middle of the street…” My mom’s voice roared through the phone. “This is unbelievable! Hold on, Xavier. I’m sending someone right now!” After I hung up, I finally felt a bit of relief. Once her people arrived, I’d be fine. Meanwhile, Leo stared at his phone, watching the seconds tick away. When there were only ten seconds left, he looked at me with smug satisfaction. “Time’s almost up. Be a good boy and take your clothes off yourself.” Just as he said that, dozens of heavy-duty trucks rolled up and screeched to a stop at the entrance of the mall.