Is 'After You' A Sequel To Another Novel?

Alexander Brookes was once a rising star in the competitive world of business, until the love of his life, Alessia , left for Paris, crushing his hopes. Diverting into depression and frequent drunkenness, he gave in to his father's opinion , marrying Camilla—a woman he hardly knows—in a loveless arrangement intended to save his reputation. For three years, their marriage has been frigid, but when Alessia unexpectedly returns, Alex's addiction reignites, blinding him to the love that has gradually built between him and Camilla. Camilla realizes she is pregnant, a secret that might change everything, just as their lives cross paths again. As Alex battles his problems and accepts the consequences of his decisions, Alessia's envy leads to a catastrophic kidnapping of Camilla's child, forcing him and Camilla to collaborate. In a high-stakes game of love, betrayal, and forgiveness, will Alex find the courage to recover his life and become the father and partner they deserve?

Declan Callahan knew the instant he saw her at school: Evie McCarthy was his. He claimed her with a sick obsession, married her, had a daughter—until the day he lost her forever. Or so he thought. Six years later, in the middle of her wedding to another man, Declan storms into New York Cathedral, snatches the bride from the altar, and throws her over his shoulder. Evie doesn't remember him. She doesn't remember anything. To her, he's just a dangerous stranger. But Declan doesn't care. He'll take her back to Dublin. He'll imprison her. He'll mark her. He'll make her remember—even if he has to break her to do it. Across the ocean, Harvey Prescott, the man who kept her trapped in a lie for five years, declares war. Two obsessed monsters. One woman. Between fragmented memories, toxic desire, and an attraction she can't control, Evie discovers the darkest truth: she doesn't want to choose. She wants both.

Hadley Russell and Harper Bennett-identical twins separated in childhood-haven't spoken in eight years. Harper, now a scandal-prone model and the face of a global perfume brand, suddenly reappears, desperate and cornered by a PR disaster. She begs Hadley to take her place in the spotlight for one week. Hadley is reluctant-until she sees the paycheck. Now she's in a penthouse wearing designer gowns, fielding paparazzi, and standing across from the man Harper left at the altar: tech billionaire Matthew Jones. He's cold, suspicious, and heartbreakingly gorgeous. What begins as an impersonation becomes dangerously real when sparks fly, secrets pile up, and Hadley finds herself falling-not just for the life, but for the man who doesn't know who she really is.

Ashton didn't know how she would move on. How she would keeping putting one foot in front of another, until Z came along and changed everything. Would his darker world save her or destroy her?

Elijah Morris has been fooling around for four out of the five years we've been married. And from the very first month, he openly betrays me. Meanwhile, I spend my time warding people off with expensive contracts, one after another. Eventually, all that's left between us is constant fighting. One day, his younger stepsister, Abigail Wright, returns. And just like that, he finally settles down. That's when the system tells me that I can finally go home. For the next five days, I no longer ask about his schedule. I don't care if he is with Abigail, nor do I care if she is pregnant with his child. I even move out of the master bedroom myself, listening to them going at it all night. The fifth day after Abigail's return is our wedding anniversary. Elijah bursts into the room, tears up our marriage certificate in front of me, and smashes my most treasured vase into pieces. He grips my throat tightly and growls, "Why did you put mango in Abby's cake? She's allergic, and she almost died! How could you be so cruel?" For the first time, I don't argue with him. Instead, I go along with his accusations. "So what?" I then pick up a shard from the broken vase on the floor under his disbelieving gaze. Then, I draw it across my artery. Just like that, I end my life in this world.

Dakota Stelter and I tumbled down that steep ravine together. I lay there bleeding and broken, only to watch my boyfriend scoop her into his arms and walk away without a backward glance. He left me. In that moment, in every way that mattered. While everyone fussed over Dakota's scratches, no one even checked if I was still breathing. When I was finally rescued and recovering at the hospital, my boyfriend didn't even visit. I was hurt. So I moved on. Piece by piece, I rebuilt myself without him. But then he became distraught. Suddenly, he was sobbing, telling me he had always loved me.