Too Late Colleen Hoover Summary Novels & Stories

Lucas jerked his head up, his face instantly turning deathly pale. He grabbed my hand again. "It wasn't me... I didn't make you..." "Mr. Hart." A cold male voice came from the doorway. Holden's suit was damp with rain, and his tie clip gleamed sharply under the light. "What are you doing to my wife?" A vein throbbed at Lucas's temple as he stared hard at the man standing in front of me. "So you're Holden Shaw?

Hatchett said. “Along with Tippy,” Holden interjected. Suddenly, I couldn’t feel anything. It was bad enough to think Colleen had been killed, but Tippy, too? Although she’d betrayed Moon Valley, it was too much. A lump formed in my throat, and I tried to stay upright, but the weight of reality overburdened me.

I went back to the kitchen on legs that felt strangely lighter. I picked up my phone. I opened my notes, scrolled to the bottom—past the positioning, past the questions, past Diana’s careful layers of holding companies, and added one more line. ‘Robert Sinclair. He knows something. Pay attention.’ I stared at the words. Then I looked at the east wing door, still closed, where Celeste Vane continued her calls, building whatever empire she was building, completely unaware that the most powerful position in this apartment had just shifted—quietly, irreversibly into new hands.

As she neared her, Colleen used her eyes to search for an escape. Lucky for her, a door leading to heaven knows where was just a few steps away from where she had been transfixed for over five seconds. In the speed of light, she hurried through the door, making sure to leave it slightly ajar, enough for her to peep at Selena as she walked past the door, into the main hall. The very hall where she and Liz would be in just a few minutes from now. Things were already beginning to fall apart barely thirty minutes after their arrival. How could they possibly make it through three whole weeks?

Colleen must have made a serious mistake. So, Milton said, "Colleen, hand the phone to Delbert. I'll speak to him." Colleen felt a sense of relief and pride, handing the phone to Delbert. Even if Delbert had inherited the Carlson Group, she had Milton on her side. "Sir, Mr. Carlson Sr. wants to speak with you," Colleen said, her tone contemptuous. Delbert took the phone, and before Milton could say anything, he said, "Grandpa, Colleen has deceived us and disrespected Harriet. This punishment is what she deserves!"

Lately, she had lost a lot of weight, and her patience was wearing thin. She had been keeping tabs on Serena. To her frustration, Serena seemed to be doing better than ever, thriving, even. Why? Why was she allowed to be happy after everything? "Dad, forget about Ronald. He's done for. You should be watching the wolf right beside you," Desiree said coldly. "I heard Trevor had a hand in Ronald's downfall." "Yeah. He worked with Wilson and Arthur to trap him." The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He hadn't heard anything about the development zone, but Trevor had.

She'd expected the PI to give her a hard time or at least refer her to Levi. "Okay, let's see this," she murmured as she accessed the file and opened up a PowerPoint presentation to plot out Colleen's timeline. For two hours, Natalie lost herself in Seth's detailed notes on the case and the report from the doctor in Smiths Town. By the time she pushed her laptop away, she was still no closer to the truth, but she had a starting point. October 28th. The last known day Colleen was seen alive. Natalie rummaged through her purse for her phone and called Emily. Her friend sounded pretty pickled when she picked up after a couple of rings.

Gave up my brilliant medical career, my pride and my family’s trillion-dollar empire, all for a man who let our sick daughter die to protect his pregnant mistress. When Mitchell defunded the very research meant to save our little girl, the devoted housewife he knew died. In her place, Lady Fayre Vance, sole heiress to the global sovereign trust, was reborn from the ashes of absolute betrayal. I didn't just walk away with the signed divorce papers; I took my life-saving research and vowed to destroy his legacy. Three years later, I'm the most sought-after pediatric specialist in the world, standing in the arms of Matteo Zelda, the ruthless, fiercely protective billionaire who loved me when

Clyde's phone rang again. More emergency calls. He cursed under his breath, placing the phone on silent. Glancing at his wristwatch, Clyde's annoyance increased. The sun was already out, And thirty minutes had passed. Even Cora who was stalling had already reached there before him. Clyde cursed again. He shoved the phone into his pants pocket and left the balcony. As he walked out of the Inn, however, Cora's figure approached. So soon? “Why are you back?” Cora dropped her bag, taking off her sunglasses. “The engagement's over.” She smiled sweetly. “Hard luck. You missed it.”

To protect what was left of his family's bloodline, Miles took the fall for everything. Money laundering, fraud, art smuggling—enough to put him away for life. I watched on TV the day he was sentenced. He was in an orange jumpsuit, hands cuffed. As they led him past the cameras, he stopped. He looked right into the lens and mouthed three words. I knew what they were. I love you, Valerie. It was too late. As for Rebecca, her end was faster, and messier. They found her body at the bottom of Lake Michigan. The official report said drowning.