Too Late Colleen Hoover Summary Novels & Stories

At this hour? Even if it was about the divorce, it didn’t need to be in the middle of the night. “This isn’t a good time,” she said firmly. “Whatever it is, let’s talk tomorrow.” She hung up. Leonardo stared at the dead screen. Not a good time? What could she possibly be doing so late? A dark thought crept in. Had Lucia betrayed him? The moment that thought took hold, something dangerous flickered in his eyes. Just then, the guest room door upstairs creaked open.

First Isabella, now this vintage, aged-to-perfection stepmom blend. She could feel the tension coiling in Carter beside her—a cold, dangerous fury held in check only by the fact that the target was a woman currently staging an award-winning melodrama. "Sir," Claire whispered, leaning slightly toward him. "Need a hand?" He glanced down, startled by the interruption. She gave him a quick, conspiratorial wink. Employee of the month, right here. She hadn't forgotten her cover: Carter Thorne's devoted, doting girlfriend. Time to earn her fictional keep.

I completed my internship when someone caught me kissing my boyfriend and the director, James Porter, in the parking garage. A photo appeared in the company group chat soon after. To protect my chance at becoming a permanent employee, he denied everything in front of the entire office. "The woman in the photo isn't her. She's my childhood friend." His childhood friend stepped forward and took responsibility for the office‑romance rumor. She had one condition. James Porter had to complete 100 couple challenges with her. Once they finished all of them, she would clear our names and explain the truth. James held me in his arms and comforted me. "Baby, it's only 100 things. Once we're don

My frustration festered deeper. A few minutes later, Mira and Iris walked through the door. Since the bar has been so busy lately, all four of us had to work the night shift. “Mira. Iris. Has Corey given you your wages yet?” Daisy asked. “Nope,” Iris replied. “Same here,” said Mira. “Asshole. I’m sick of this.” Daisy muttered. “When he comes tonight, let’s confront his ass.” The three of us nodded in agreement. We weren’t going to let another man take advantage of us anymore.

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.

"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.

"Tomorrow, you make a decision. You either stay with me, or you let me go. No more indecision, Remus. I can't live like this anymore." She walked out. I let her go, because for once, letting go was the only honest thing left I had to offer her. The door clicked shut behind her, and the sound of it felt final in a way the door had never felt before, all the years we'd spent in this house condensed into one small mechanical click. *** I stood there a long time after the door closed, staring at nothing at all. Selene had given me an ultimatum, and I had no answer ready. Stay with her and keep living inside a lie neither of us believed anymore? Or let her go and finally admit I'd wasted five yea

Cole ran after him. "To talk to Claire." Hunter answered determinedly. "But, it's too late, Hunter. You can go tomorrow after sunrise." Hunter froze mid-motion, his hand still on the car door as he gaped at his friend with dark, grim eyes. "I've realized my new mistake, Cole. I should've gone to Claire the second I unearthed Zara's truth. But I'm not wasting even a millisecond now." "But—" Hunter didn't wait for Cole to finish his sentence as he accelerated away, the sound of tires screeching echoing in the densely dark night.

I said evenly, "but let's make sure it's the last time. I don't want to see him around me again." Charles seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, nodding over and over: "Thank you for your mercy, ma'am. I'll make sure he learns his lesson and won't bother you again." Meanwhile, Bella's eyes gleamed with smugness, convinced that her marriage to Bruce was locked in. She moved to soothe Bruce, but just then, the wedding venue's massive LED screen came to life. Instead of a sweet montage of the couple, a surveillance clip from a nightclub bathroom played in high definition.

Hoover stopped by for half an hour and left. For a while everyone seemed to have forgotten Sophia, who still hadn’t returned, and Candice, who had left the table at mid-meal. No one remembered the missing steward either—where he might be. Until— Nine o’clock. “Miss Hale is gone?” A cry of surprise rang along the corridor. Phoebe clutched the door-frame, alarm tightening her face. She hurried to Charlie’s bedroom and knocked. Jerry opened the door, finger to his lips. “Sorry, madam, the president is in conference. May I help?”