Too Late for Love, Mr. CEO
Zara Song · Ongoing · 64.0k Words
Introduction
For three years, she endured a loveless marriage, clinging to the hope that one day he would choose her. But the moment his first love returned, he didn't hesitate. He cast her aside without a second glance. Even her final, desperate question couldn't make him stay.
So she walked away, burying her love along with their past.
What he didn't know: she was carrying his child.
What she didn't expect: his first love's fans would stalk her, run her car off the road, and nearly kill her and the baby.
And when the public turned her into the villain, calling her the "other woman" , he helped spread the lie. To protect the woman he truly loved.
Years later, she signs the final divorce papers from a hospital bed, ready to erase him from her life forever.
That's when the untouchable CEO breaks.
In front of everyone, he falls to his knees, his voice trembling as he begs her not to leave him.
He once let her go without regret.
Now, he will do anything to have her back.
But some wounds don't heal.
And some love stories don't deserve a second chance.
Chapter 1
I sat quietly in front of the doctor as she explained my condition for what felt like the third time.
My fingers tightened around the edge of my dress while I listened.
She told me my uterine lining was naturally thin and that the baby was still unstable. Her voice was calm, but every word landed heavily in my chest.
I had to be careful. Very careful.
No stress. No heavy movement. No mistakes.
She added that women with my condition sometimes lost their babies, and some of them found it difficult to get pregnant again.
My heartbeat quickened, fear creeping into every corner of my mind.
But I forced myself to stay calm.
I nodded again and again as she wrote my prescription, afraid that if I showed even a little panic, everything would fall apart.
When she handed me the paper, I took it with both hands.
"Get the medicine immediately," she reminded me.
"I will," I said softly.
For three years of marriage, I had been waiting for this moment.
A child.
Something that truly belonged to me and Alexander.
As I walked out of the hospital, I moved slowly, carefully, as if even the air around me could harm the life growing inside me.
After collecting my medicine, I got into the car.
"Madam," James Carter, our driver, greeted politely as he started the engine.
He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "Sir's flight lands at three. Should we head to the airport now?"
My lips curved into a small smile.
"Yes."
I did not hesitate.
Alexander had been away on business for almost a month. I missed him more than I wanted to admit.
On the way, I took out the pregnancy report again.
I read every word slowly, my hand instinctively resting on my stomach.
Inside me was our child.
Mine and Alexander's baby.
In eight months, I would give birth to him.
The thought filled my chest with warmth, and for a moment, all my fear disappeared.
I could not wait to tell him.
We arrived at the airport early.
James parked the car and turned to me. "Would you like to call him, Madam?"
I nodded and dialed Alexander's number.
The call did not go through.
A cold automated voice told me the line was unavailable.
I frowned slightly but forced myself to stay calm.
"Maybe the flight is delayed," I said quietly.
So we waited.
Minutes turned into an hour.
Then another.
I kept looking toward the exit, expecting to see him walking toward me, tall and composed like always.
But he never appeared.
I called again.
And again.
Still nothing.
Two hours later, I tried once more.
This time, the call connected.
"Hello?"
His voice.
My heart instantly lifted.
"Alexander, where are you? I am at the airport waiting for you—"
"Hello?" a woman's voice suddenly interrupted.
I froze.
"Alexander is in the restroom," she said casually. "He will call you later."
Before I could say anything, the call ended.
I stared at my phone, my mind blank.
A woman?
Alexander never brought female assistants on business trips.
I told myself not to overthink it.
Still, something did not feel right.
Fifteen minutes later, I called again.
This time, he answered.
His voice was calm. Distant.
"I'm still at the airport," I said softly. "Where are you?"
There was a brief pause.
"I already left," he replied.
My smile faded.
"Oh… I see."
I tightened my grip on the phone.
"I have something important to tell you," I added, trying to sound cheerful. "Should I wait for you at home?"
"I also have something to tell you," he said.
My heart lifted again.
"I will ask the nanny to prepare your favorite meal—"
"No need," he cut in.
"I have other plans. I will be back late."
The warmth in my chest slowly faded.
"…Alright."
Just before the call ended, I heard that same woman's voice again, apologizing to him softly.
My heart sank.
But before I could ask anything, the line went dead.
That night, I sat alone at the dining table.
I forced myself to eat for the sake of the baby, even though every bite felt tasteless.
After dinner, I curled up on the sofa, hugging a pillow as I waited.
Ten o'clock passed.
Then eleven.
At some point, I fell asleep.
I felt someone lifting me.
A familiar scent surrounded me, mixed with alcohol.
"Alexander…" I murmured.
"It's me," he replied.
His voice was low, tired.
I heard the sound of running water before he returned to bed.
His hand slid around my waist.
My body tensed immediately.
"The baby…" I whispered softly.
He paused.
Then he withdrew his hand.
"Sleep," he said.
And just like that, the moment ended.
The next morning, I woke up alone.
The space beside me was already cold.
Only the slightly wrinkled sheets proved that he had returned at all.
I felt a small pang of regret, but quickly pushed it away.
Today would be different.
It had to be.
After getting ready, I carefully chose his clothes.
A white suit.
A red striped tie.
Something bright. Something happy.
Just like the news I was about to share.
When I went downstairs, he was already there.
Sitting on the sofa, reading documents as if nothing had changed.
As if I had not waited for him all night.
We ate breakfast in silence.
My heart beat faster with every passing second.
"I need to talk to you," I finally said.
"I have something to say as well," he replied calmly.
I forced a smile.
"You go first."
Something inside me felt uneasy, but I ignored it.
Alexander stood up and walked toward me.
Then he handed me a document.
"Let's get a divorce."
The words echoed in my mind.
For a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong.
"Divorce?"
My voice sounded distant, even to myself.
"Our marriage was forced from the beginning," he said calmly. "It was never made public. Ending it now will be simple."
Simple.
To him, it was simple.
But to me…
It was everything.
I had loved him for three years.
Since I entered the Hawthorne family at sixteen.
I gave him my youth.
My dreams.
My entire heart.
And yet, to him, it was nothing more than a mistake.
"Are you sure?" I asked quietly.
"Yes."
No hesitation.
No emotion.
I swallowed hard.
"What about your grandparents?"
"I will explain it to them."
I nodded slowly.
There was only one question left.
"…Is there someone else?"
Before I could finish, he spoke.
"Isabella is back."
Everything shattered.
His first love had returned.
And just like that…
I became someone he could abandon without a second thought.
I lowered my gaze and took the divorce agreement with trembling hands.
"I will read it," I said softly.
Even though inside…
My world was already falling apart.
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He was wrong.
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Then he met me.
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So I disappeared.
I took the secret of my pregnancy with me and built a life far away from the Alpha who had broken me.
Six years later, Pete finds me again. Only this time, he isn't the man with all the power. His pack is dying, his people are running out of time, and I may be the only person capable of saving them.
But I'm no longer the woman Pete remembers. And beside me is a little boy who carries far too much of Pete's face to be a coincidence.
Our reunion should have been about a cure, but instead, it becomes the beginning of a war neither of us saw coming.
Because Pete's greatest danger isn't outside his pack.
It's inside his own family.
Old resentment turns into manipulation. Loyalty becomes betrayal. And the people Pete trusts begin hiding secrets that threaten to destroy everything he's built.
Then someone comes for the people I love.
Suddenly, this is no longer about whether Pete can earn my forgiveness.
It's about whether he can keep me alive.
Whether he can protect the son he never knew existed.
Whether he can uncover the truth before the people closest to him destroy everything he has finally learned to value.
Along the way, we'll lose people we thought would always stand beside us, I'll be forced to confront wounds I've spent six years trying to bury, and the family we're slowly building will be tested in ways neither of us could have imagined.
Because sometimes love isn't the hardest thing to find. Sometimes it's the hardest thing to survive.
Pete once believed power meant never needing anyone and I once believed surviving him meant leaving him behind.
We were both wrong.
Because some bonds refuse to die, some betrayals cut deeper than rejection and some people don't come back into your life to give you a second chance.
They come back to show you exactly what you almost lost.
Pete Leadsilver lost me once.
This time, he'll have to fight to keep the family he never knew he needed.
Filled, Owned, and Fucked by My Best Friend’s Father
He was supposed to be off-limits. Untouchable. The kind of man you only fantasize about when you’re alone in the dark with your hand between your thighs.
But the night I caught him eating another woman alive by the pool, I couldn’t look away.
And he knew it.
The moment his dark eyes locked on mine through the glass, I became prey. His filthy smirk promised one thing—he saw me touching myself to him, and he wasn’t about to let me forget it.
Now, every time I’m in his house, I can’t breathe without thinking of his mouth between my legs.
I left my cheating boyfriend behind, only to fall into something even more dangerous:
a man who could ruin me, break me, and make me beg for his cock while his own daughter sleeps in the next room.
He’s too old. Too powerful. Too forbidden.
But Gianni doesn’t ask—he takes.
And I don’t want him to stop.
Werewolf's Heartsong
I looked strong, and my wolf was absolutely gorgeous.
I looked to where my sister is sitting and her and the rest of her posse have jealous fury on their faces. I then look up to where my parents are and they're glaring at my picture, if looks alone could set shit on fire.
I smirk at them then I turn away to face my opponent, everything else falling away but what was here on this platform. I take my skirt and cardigan off. Standing in just my tank and capris, I move into a fighting position and wait for the signal to start -- To fight, to prove, and not hide myself anymore.
This was going to be fun. I thought, a grin on my face.
Mature Audience Only: Contains mature luangege, sex, abuse and violence
Accardi
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.
Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.
The CEO Above My Desk
“I know she does.”
“And what if she doesn’t want this kind of protection?”
“She will,” I say, my voice lowering slightly. “Because she needs a man who can give her the world.”
“And if the world burns?”
My hand tightens subtly at Violet’s waist.
“Then I’ll build her a new one,” I reply. “Even if I have to burn the old one down myself.”
I don’t work for Rowan Ashcroft.
I work beneath him.
From my desk, I decide who gets access to the most ruthless CEO in the city, and who never makes it past the lobby. I manage his time, his silence, his enemies. I keep his world running while my own quietly collapses under unpaid bills, a mother locked in rehab, and a brother who vanished without a goodbye.
Rowan Ashcroft is power wrapped in a tailored suit.
Cold. Untouchable. Merciless.
He doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t see people, only usefulness.
And for a long time, I was just useful.
Until he started watching.
A shift in his attention is subtle at first. A pause too long. A look that lingers. Orders that pull me closer instead of pushing me away. The man who stands above my desk begins to control more than my schedule, and I realize too late that being noticed by Rowan Ashcroft is far more dangerous than being ignored.
Because men like him don’t crave affection.
They crave possession.
This was supposed to be a job.
Not a test of my limits.
Not a slow, deliberate descent into his authority.
But if Rowan Ashcroft decides I belong under his desk, then so be it.
Survival has a price, and the bills don’t care how I pay them.
MOONLIT CHASE
But no, I had to walk through the park at midnight like an idiot. Now I've seen something I can't unsee—a massive black wolf tearing apart three men, then shifting into the hottest guy I've ever laid eyes on.
Kieran Vaughn. Wealthy lawyer, werewolf, and apparently, he thinks I'm his mate.
Here's the problem: I don't do relationships. I definitely don't do supernatural things. I absolutely don't do rich guys who think they can control my life just because their inner wolf has decided I smell like home.
When hunters start targeting me to get to him, Kieran drags me into his pristine penthouse for "protection." Now I'm living with a man who looks at me like I'm his last meal, whose touch sets my skin on fire, and who's barely holding onto his control.
He says everyone he loves dies. I say that's not my problem except it is because I'm falling for this broken, dangerous man and his beast.
And in his world? Love will get you killed.
Faking It With My Worst Enemy On Ice
But on his birthday, everything falls apart when his girlfriend exposes Clare's most humiliating secret in front of the entire team.
Just when Clare is ready to disappear, Rhys Calloway, her worst enemy and the team's arrogant captain, pulls her into his arms and tells everyone she is his girlfriend.
She should have pushed him away, but she kissed him back instead.
Now Clare is locked into a two-month fake relationship with the most infuriating man she has ever met, trying to get over a stepbrother who never cared and survive a captain who makes her forget why she was supposed to hate him.
The problem is that Rhys kisses like he means every single second of it, and just when Clare starts to move on, Zane decides he wants her back.
One girl, two hockey players, and a heart that was never supposed to feel this much. Will she choose the stepbrother who broke her or the enemy who caught her when she fell?
Fated to the Enemy: The Alpha's Witch Bride
My touch tames his inner beast.
… Until I find another woman’s bite mark on his neck.
As a holy witch, I shouldn't be sneaking out for Zuri—a cursed shape-shifter from a rival clan.
But our forbidden heat is intoxicating.
When his monstrous Primal breaks free, slaughtering everything in its path, even his fiercest warriors cower.
I don't.
I walk straight to the blood-soaked beast, press my body against his, and tame him with a single, desperate embrace.
There’s just one problem: his clan betrothed him to a Shaman’s daughter.
I tell myself it's purely political. I tell myself his heart is mine.
Until tonight.
He sneaks into the woods for me. We share a deep, hungry kiss under the moonlight.
But as I pull back, my blood runs cold.
Right there, on the neck of the man I just risked my soul to save...
Is a fresh, undeniable bite mark.
My Billionaire Husband's Secret
He was the CEO of the Blackwood Group — a man whose wealth and power eclipsed ninety-nine percent of the world.
He was gentle. Romantic. Attentive. I fell for him fast.
But a year into our marriage, I began to notice something — a pattern.
Lucas's sexual appetite was intense — he wanted me almost every night. Yet every single month, he arranged a solo trip to send me away. I told myself it was his way of spoiling me.
Then a message arrived from someone called Sweet An.
Do you really know your husband?
From that day on, my life filled with shadows.
I suspected my husband of having an affair.
When Lucas and I made love, something felt wrong — his body too large, too much, like something I couldn't explain.
I heard sounds during sex — animal sounds, like something feral had crawled into bed with us.
My best friend Mia said: "There are men sick enough to let dogs fuck their wives."
The family doctor, Daisy, told me: "You could never stay by Lucas's side forever. Your background doesn't make you worthy of being his wife. Do you understand?"
I went looking for whoever had been tearing my marriage apart. I fought to win my husband back.
But the deeper I searched, the larger the secret grew — something far darker hiding beneath this supposed betrayal.
Does Lucas truly love me?
And why, out of everyone in the world, did he choose to marry me?
Letters to a Dark Prince
Thrown into Isteros Academy—a world of old money, blood money, and cruel social games—she's an outsider by birth and an afterthought by design. Her sister Solyn is the school's untouchable queen and Mara is her favorite target.
Everyone expects Atreus to treat his fiancée’s scholarship sister like everyone else does—as if she doesn’t matter.
Instead, his dorm room sits directly across from hers, close enough that she can see his light go out at night. Some nights, he climbs the old maintenance trellis just to check on her. He teaches her chess. He shows up exactly when something's gone wrong—and never once asks to be thanked for it.
"Don't fall in love with one piece," he warns her, over a board neither of them treats like a game anymore. "It punishes the person who only sees half of it."
Mara doesn't understand why the boy who's supposed to make her life harder keeps quietly making it easier—not until she realizes the anonymous stranger she's been writing to every week already has a name.
His.
He doesn't know he's writing to her, either.
By the time they find out, it's too late to stop what's already happening. Far too dangerous for anyone to find out.
In an empty studio, in the middle of a rainstorm, she asks him: 'Am I the kind of girl who kisses a boy engaged to my sister?'
He doesn't answer.
So she asks: 'What are we?’
He told her not to fall in love with one piece.
She fell anyway.
And he was never far behind.
Mating Moon
Mission: Steal the Male Lead
But the more Morwenna changes the story, the stranger the world becomes. The heroine seems to know the future, unseen spectators begin commenting on her life, and the gods watching from above grow obsessed with the drama unfolding before them. Trapped in a story where fate has already decided the ending, Morwenna must choose whether to follow the script or rewrite it entirely. But if the world itself was never meant to belong to its characters, can she steal the male lead before fate steals her freedom first?
