Too Late To Beg Novels & Stories

“She’s got beauty, brains, and a powerhouse background. She could have any man she wants. Why would she settle for him?” “Just another over-the-hill loser daydreaming. Someone wake him up!” Sure, I was not as handsome as a movie star, but I was definitely not whatever they were trying to make me out to be. Honestly, the world really did favor the rich. “You know what?” I said. “Even if you begged, I still wouldn’t marry you. Go home and tell your mom I’m not interested.”

“My bags are packed and ready to go. Where is it?” “You have to wait a little longer because it isn’t here yet.” Craig said carefully. “But we had a deal! I am supposed to leave this afternoon! We agreed.” “I need time to raise the money.” “What do you mean? You are a billionaire.” “Right now I don’t have a lot. You have to give us a couple of days to get the cash.” “No. I am giving you till noon tomorrow. If you don’t have it you are all going to deal with more than just an angry Adele.”

' There would never be a chance for Ian to make it up to me again. The basement would stink of decay after twenty-four hours. Winnie once wished for my death, so no one would compete with her for love and glory. Her wish finally came true.

Damian said flatly, "Take us to them." They brought them to the room where I was waiting. I was pulling my hospital coat tighter, still pale. I looked up when the door opened. Damian walked in. He stopped. His eyes went wide. I met his gaze and smiled, thin and colorless. "I don't want money." "I want his life in exchange." "Or he could give me my baby back."

The peeling walls stained with water marks, the chair with one broken leg, the bed made from bricks and wooden boards. When things were a little better, I had thought about fixing up this home properly. But Lucas refused every time. He said once we had money, we would not live here anymore, so there was no point decorating. I believed every promise he made, then guarded this broken-down home like a fool, waiting for those promises to come true. Thinking of that, I suddenly felt it was all meaningless. I closed my suitcase. The property agent called. "Ms. Bell, I can't make the decision about subletting the flower shop. You'll need to speak to the landlord yourself."

"We absorb Daniel Medical entirely. The name Daniel is stripped from the corporate logo. You surrender all remaining executive authority, and you walk away with a minor consultancy f*e. You have thirty minutes to sign it, or we withdraw the offer, and your bankruptcy becomes public by tomorrow morning." Murphy stared at the tablet, his hands trembling violently. He looked at the paperwork, then looked up at me, his eyes filling with a devastating mix of defeat, regret, and tears. He was looking at the wreckage of his empire, and for the first time in his life, he realized that the greatest loss he had ever suffered wasn't his money or his company. It was me. And it was far too late.

Now,no matter how much I regretted it,nothing could bring back the sight of her walking away without looking back. This sprawling Aldric Pack—from here on out,it was just me.Alone in this cold cage,counting the long,empty days and nights without her.

he said, "or she has been managing worse situations than this one and has learned not to show her hand." "Both can be true." I wrote something down in the book. “Something fishy is going on here, that I'm sure of.” He was quiet. The fire behind me was burning low, and outside, the settlement had gone still with the particular stillness of people who had learned that quiet evenings were a gift, not a guarantee. "Illara spoke to me," he said finally. "I assumed she would." "She is asking us to give the girl time. She used that word. "Time," he said it the way you say a word that has stopped meaning what it's supposed to mean. "As if time is something we have in surplus."

“Starting tonight.” And that’s how I end up engaged to a billionaire psychopath before midnight. Someone please send help, I cry but no one hears.

The night before my wedding, I accidentally connected to Jonas Whitford's Bluetooth earbuds. I was about to disconnect when I heard him talking to his future self, the version of him from 10 years later. "Don't marry Elodie Chandler! "She found out the marriage license was fake. "She killed your first baby with Luna Fairweather, and then she ruined Luna's face with acid!" A chill ran through me. It felt as if a bomb had gone off in my head. The Luna he spoke of was Luna Fairweather, my best friend. Just moments earlier, she had slapped Jonas across the face because he forgot to pull out my chair. Everyone knew the two of them could not stand each other. I stared at Jonas in a daze. He