A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Peter couldn’t help but worry. “Will Cathy…”

“She wouldn’t dare.”

Mark’s actions had nearly pushed Cathy to the breaking point. As long as she wasn’t utterly reckless, she wouldn’t dare utter a word.

Peter nodded, waiting in quiet vigilance.

At nine o’clock in the evening, the phone rang again. It was the same voice. “Mr. Evans, your former flame, Cathy Wilson, is in our custody… Huh, you seem to be quite fortunate in love.

The women around you are all remarkably beautiful.”

Mark responded with a composed tone, “Don’t harm her.”

The man chuckled and brushed against Cathy, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he remarked, “If you wish to spare your first love from harm, you’ll have to pay a price.

Otherwise, who knows if she’ll meet the same fate as Paul’s wife.”

In a low voice, Mark inquired, “Where are you? How do we proceed with the exchange?”

After concluding the call, the man crudely fondled Cathy multiple times.

Casting a disdainful gaze at Cecilia, he jeered, “It seems that Mark favors this woman more.”

Cecilia stood stunned.

She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Mark had actually come here… for her.

Late at night, Mark arrived.

The driver parked the car outside, while the bodyguards and Peter remained in place. With the chip in hand, Mark entered the warehouse. The atmosphere choked him, the air thick with dust.

Mark scanned his surroundings.

His Cecilia was bound to a chair, tears welling in her eyes. She looked at him with unwavering trust.

Oh, naive girl.

Even at this moment, she still believed in him.

Mark’s heart ached in a way he had never experienced before. Yet, he didn’t focus on Cecilia; his concern was fixed on Cathy…

The strong man approached, brandishing a knife.

Six more individuals surrounded Mark, their eyes fierce like tigers.

Clad in black, Mark stood there, his presence both gentle and handsome, standing out amidst the hostile environment.

“Mr. Evans, what a romantic man you are!” the strong man mocked.

Gripping Cathy’s hair, he flung her forward, sneering. “Let’s get this over with.”

Mark held a chip in his hand.

‘Speaking softly, he said, “All the information about the project.”

The man was skeptical. Mark threw the chip to him and added, “You can inspect it first.”

Instinctively, the man caught it.

However, it wasn’t a chip at all; it was a small detonator. The moment he touched it, it exploded. Both the strong man and Cathy were blown back.

Everyone stood in shock.

Mark’s cruelty left them astounded.

Cathy lay in a pool of blood, her hand severely injured. She gazed at Mark with sorrow, unable to believe he would do this to her.

Without hesitation, he had risked her life for the sake of his beloved woman.

Almost instantly, the bodyguards rushed in, accompanied by some policemen.

Mark maintained a composed gaze on Cecilia.

And Cecilia reciprocated the look.

In her heart, she believed Mark would come over, embrace her, and untie the ropes that bound her. Yet, instead, he walked to Cathy, knelt down, and cradled her in his arms. With tenderness, he uttered, “Cathy, I’ll take you to the hospital immediately.”

Cathy was on the verge of losing consciousness due to the pain, but she clung to her last breath.

Her gaze locked onto the man before her and she murmured, “Mark, you are so merciless.”

Drawing near to Cathy’s ear, Mark whispered, “You shouldn’t have harmed her.”

Cathy closed her eyes ever so slightly.

Defeated in love by the innocent Cecilia and outmaneuvered by Mark, Cathy realized he had long embedded his people within the company, far surpassing Paul in strategy.

Resignation etched on her face, she asked, “Why didn’t you take the project at the beginning? Why giving it to Paul?”

Back then…

Mark’s eyes lowered, bitterness consuming him as he recalled how he had yearned to offer a haven to the young girl.

Yet his actions indirectly led to the demise of Paul and his wife.

One of Cathy’s hands lay broken, but it wasn’t enough. Mark had to personally witness the project’s success and personally integrate it into the aerospace industry… Only that would make Paul and his wife’s death meaningful.

Emerging from the warehouse, Mark carried Cathy in his arms.

Following behind, Cecilia’s tender voice called out, “Uncle Mark…”

Mark halted his stride, contemplating the next course of action.

After a while, he instructed Peter, “Locate a suitable hotel and get her settled in.”

Peter unfastened the rope on his own, ensuring Cecilia was unharmed. Witnessing her unscathed state, he felt a lump in his throat and comforted her, “Thank heavens you’re alright.”

However, Cecilia remained fixated on the spot where Mark had departed, utterly stunned.

figure filled her

Wilson’s right

lit a cigarette and contemplated

a while, he murmured, “She can still

way, anyone attempting to harm those he valued would have to go through her first. She would serve

do

Peter remained silent.

with a bitter smile, “Why are you afraid? You always know me, don’t you? What’s the word on the street about me? They all call me

such a cruel

about to confront

the finest hotel in Czanch, several robust and responsible

Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears even

a rarity. Even during her breakup with Harold, she

infatuation with Harold constituted love. However, experiencing the bittersweet love with Mark made her realize how shallow her previous understanding of

had lost her appetite

urge to vomit, especially when she caught the scent of greasy food. Hastily, she rushed to the bathroom and threw

her belly, reminiscing about the

intimate encounter a month ago, where passion had overtaken them and they had neglected the

Could she be pregnant?

lifted her head and saw her extremely pale reflection

of pregnancy, she decided she would have to

if she carried Mark’s child. If she was indeed pregnant, she intended to

want

stationed at the door intercepted Cecilia, offering a polite warning, “Miss Fowler, Mr. Garcia has instructed that

feeling unwell. I need

themselves

to go downstairs but

pharmacy. She rushed inside, discreetly purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked

just as she suspected, two crimson lines

blankly at the result, her expression a mix of shock

She was pregnant.

was pregnant with

by faint footsteps. She knew Mark was

caressing her belly, she stepped

since they last saw each

lips trembled, wanting to tell him about the

But Mark spoke first.

It seemed like he struggled to find the right words before finally saying, “You’ve seen it, Cecilia.

to declare that she wasn’t

can you do for me if you stay? Can you bleed for me like Cathy? Cecilia, what I desire is

“Do you love

admire her,” Mark

he calmly stated, “I disabled her right hand. And I’m the one responsible for it.

was urging her to return to Duefron

to tremble as she failed to

are undeniably charming but you can only be an amusement for me, a distraction. I’m destined

harsh voice, he declared,

those words, Cecilia

She thought she understood.

him to let go of

right one

asking that question.

that clear to her. How

light overwhelmed their last silhouettes,

him gently, “Then I wish Mr.

her eyes and quivered her lips, “Please

up, pausing as if he wanted to pat her head, but eventually thought better of it. It wasn’t until he held the doorknob

apology encompassed their love that had now

the failure of their

would eventually find the right man, while someone like him deserved to be consumed by the power

Mark departed.

door creaked open and closed

her face buried in her hands as she cried

Duefron, she didn’t dare to

went to their apartment on Gamous Road and survived on the food in the

cook, she could only toss all the ingredients into boiling

where her ‘Uncle Mark’ had returned. In her dreams, he would

were wet with cold

he never came

a nightmare and found her belly had

of her family finding out about the child kept

let her family know she was pregnant, let alone with Mark’s child. She hid wherever

plainer by the

tiny rental house, barely twenty square meters in size. Learning to support herself with low-paying part-time jobs, she even taught herself to cook simple

began to haggle over the price of a cup of milk

of Mark in the

sharp contrast

together seemed more and more

habit. He often checked his phone but her messages were nowhere to be found, even

Fowler family several times during holidays but his status prevented him from inquiring about

around about her whereabouts and was told that she had gone on

to Mark whenever he was home. He didn’t particularly

the Mr. Evans whom everyone admired

a sense

with Charlie and Flora because they

together, they

his emotions with jests, saying, “A little girl’s whims won’t last long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world

friends would echo

conversations about Cecilia would

be the only

to get married and her fans organized an event for

up to show

conversed with Mark casually. However, she sensed that he

about to inquire but her attention was caught by a familiar figure in the

figure was tall and looked

Mark and asked,

this long-lost name, Mark

whose back bore a resemblance to Cecilia. However, she was dressed plainly and appeared to be six months pregnant.

woman was carrying a

her rush to the second floor, Mark inquired of Peter, “Is the elevator not available

“The elevator is for guests. The staff usually can’t use