Too Late Colleen Hoover Summary Novels & Stories

She had actually stepped closer to the television, as if she could not believe what her own eyes were showing her. Lee Ann crouched down and wrapped her arms around Colleen, holding her close, rocking her gently. But Colleen's weeping was a loud, desperate alarm. It brought the guards running. They flooded into the cell, pushing Lee Ann aside and crowding around Colleen, checking her for injuries. One guard grabbed Lee Ann, pulling her arms behind her back and holding her there.

The fire door burst open, the crash echoing like thunder. "Police! Don't move!" Blinding flashlight beams cut through the dark, locking onto Winnie and the guards. Startled, their grip loosened. I wrenched free and turned. Colin. On the way here, something felt off. Winnie had been way too bold. Just in case, I'd texted Colin—told him to call the cops and do whatever it took to find Maya first. Now he rushed in with three armed officers. His eyes were bloodshot. Sweat soaked his hair. His tie hung crooked.

As long as I took the medicine, I could live a happy and blissful life with my wife and son within my mind. One day, I finally discovered that she had drugged me. All the happy memories I experienced were simply hallucinations brought on by the drugs. I became blinded with rage. By the time I came back to my senses, Chelsea and her daughter were already lying in a pool of their own blood. I numbly allowed myself to be led away by the police. When I saw the camera footage of the incident, my thoughts were, of all things, on Shayla. Would Shayla see me on the news?

After they'd had a few drinks, my stepfather asked him where I had gone the last time he saw me. The relative was getting tipsy from the drinks, so he mumbled, "No idea. Only saw his back and nothing else. It probably wasn't even your kid." My stepfather froze. It had been so many days, and only now did the possibility that the cops weren't scammers finally hit him. Before he could say anything, the tipsy relative continued, "Your wife did ask if anyone died here. Later, my wife said a young man did, a high schooler. Apparently, he had late-stage cancer. The poor lad had cancer cells spread across his whole body.

After what I found out earlier, I don't think I will be able to trust her words anymore. "Mr. McLahlin," my private investigator said. "I want you to look something up for me," I said, and then I gave him the details about Stacey. I think mom had done this already; that's why she decided to marry Colleen instead. I know it was late now, but still, I wanted to know. "I am going to wait for the result," I told him and ended the call. Then, I close my eyes and think. I saw Colleen's face again, laughing with that doctor. Am I really affected by that?

She is a third element. She said nothing for a long moment. She was turning the information over, looking at its edges, trying to understand its weight. Then she said: Colt, Calloway spent his career at the FBI. He knows exactly what federal monitoring looks like and how to stay outside it. If there is a third element and he is connected to it, then the warrant we are waiting for in the morning might not be enough to stop him because a man connected to a network we haven't found yet has options that go beyond what a warrant covers. He looked at her. She looked at him. Then she said the thing she had been trying not to say for the past two hours: I think we need to find the woman with the red

After sacrificing eight years for the man she loved, Dr. Ariana is rewarded with betrayal. A chance encounter with Lucian Moretti, the city's most feared mafia king, changes everything. One reckless night binds their fates, but deadly enemies and a painful misunderstanding tear them apart. When destiny reunites them, one question remains: Was I too late?

1 “Please be positive. Hailey and the baby will be fine. But what really happened?” Cole heaved a deep sigh, running a hand over his face. “Today was meant to be a good day. We had a doctor’s appointment for 2. I was to pick her up at 1, then head over to the hospital, we would go home, pick the kids, then drive to your place for dinner.” “I was on my way to pick up Hailey when she called. It was a group call with me and Debbie. We heard loud conversations and detected that the second voice was Connie’s. I called the cops and fortunately, we got to ENROL

Somehow, they found out where I was left and gathered around me, taking my pictures without a care in the world. Unlike the old me, I did not scream or tell everyone to get lost. I didn't try to save the scraps of my dignity. It was gone. The loan sharks eroded it a long time ago. The moment they made me go on my knees and slap myself, I stopped caring about things like dignity or appearances. The proud, haughty, troublemaking Yvonne Marlin was dead. Her killers? The Marlins and Lawrence Seinfield. They destroyed what pride I had.

Victoria Graham told me we'd have to postpone getting our marriage license again just as I was picking up my fork. Victoria set down her cutlery, her tone as casual as if she were commenting on the weather. "Next time." I took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Okay." She glanced at me, then lowered her head and reached for another bite. Before taking it, she looked up at me again. "You're not angry?" I took another bite and answered calmly, "I'm not." We'd been engaged for six months, and this was the 17th time she'd postponed getting our marriage license. She was used to it. So was I. I ate slowly and finished my meal, one mouthful at a time. She didn't touch her food again. After ta