Too Late Colleen Hoover Summary Novels & Stories

All I needed from him was for him to get the job done. “I’ve done it,” I texted in the chat box again. “Payment received. Please go ahead and send the photograph now, sir,” he returned the text and with this I knew it. Something had already started moving. Invisible, irreversible. Claire’s lies were about to end for good and I was about to have clear clarity of what she had been hiding all these years.

"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.

He kept asking Daisy for help and trying to break free from the police, but it was a futile effort. A wave of resentment surged in his heart. After all, he was so close to victory. "Ms. Reid, are you sure this body belongs to your husband? We'll be sending it to the morgue if it is." "I-I'm sure," Daisy uttered with much difficulty before spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing.

“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.

"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.

After bringing my parents home and getting them settled, I finally got a call from Grayson Miller. He opened with an accusation, his voice sharp. "We got to the restaurant. Why is the private room empty? Your parents don't give a damn about our wedding, do they? I can't believe they'd show up late!" I paused for a second, then answered quietly, "Grayson, my parents waited with me for three hours. You never showed. It's not that we're not taking this seriously—it's that you and your family never took my parents seriously."

Five minutes later, mother’s call chased me, her voice trembling with excitement: “Darling, we all saw it! Your father said ‘It’s acceptable,’ but he locked the magazine in his desk drawer! Come home for dinner, we miss you…” Miss me? Or just want to apply a new layer of gold plating to the increasingly dull Elio signboard? I smiled and declined, citing a “project deadline.” Two years later, the phone rang again. This time it was Elena herself, her crying covering the background noise: “Rhea, Dad had a stroke! The doctor says his condition is very bad, and he keeps calling your name… ” In the past timeline, this collapse didn’t happen until years later. “Sis! I know Mom and Dad were wrong be

On the day my family went bankrupt, my older sister fled the country overnight to escape her wedding. When I returned home after selling off every luxury item I owned, my alcoholic father drugged me and sent me to the bed of Tristan Chevalier, a man with intermittent explosive disorder. Once the effects of the drug wore off, he realized something was wrong. His eyes bloodshot with rage, he wrecked Chevalier Manor. He was even willing to sever ties with his family just to go abroad and explain everything to my sister. In the end, however, Tristan's grandmother, Donna, threatened to take her own life, forcing him to marry me and register our marriage. Whenever Donna pressured him to hav

"Then answer it." A long exhale on the other end. "Cole. Listen to me carefully, because I'm not going to say this twice, and I need you to actually hear it." A pause. "It's too late to outmaneuver her today. Too late to expose her, too late to move pieces into position, too late to go to the press or the lawyers or anyone else. She has a thirty-minute window, and she's already inside it." Cole's hand tightened on the desk.

Poppy would have called first. I crossed to the door and looked through the peephole. My stomach dropped. Evelyn. Leo's cousin. The woman who, the last time I had seen her, had stood in front of me in a coffee shop and informed me with the careful, almost regretful efficiency of a woman delivering bad news at a funeral that Leo had been lying to me about his memory loss for months. The woman whose words had broken me. The woman whose words had set everything that had happened in the past month into motion.