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 with

draped a coat over him and said in hushed tones, “Miss Wilson’s right

lit a cigarette and contemplated

murmured, “She can still be

attempting to harm those he valued would

she could do nothing about

Peter remained silent.

afraid? You always know me, don’t you? What’s the word on the street

cruel

he was about to confront

in Czanch, several robust and responsible

the hotel suite, Cecilia couldn’t hold back her tears

Mark, tears were a rarity. Even during her breakup with Harold, she didn’t

love. However, experiencing the bittersweet

her appetite and

to the bathroom and threw up everything she had just eaten. This was unusual for

hand on her belly, reminiscing

recalled their last intimate encounter a month ago, where passion had overtaken them and they had neglected the use

Could she be pregnant?

head and saw her extremely pale

decided she

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

he want

a polite warning,

feeling unwell. I need to go

themselves in a

they allowed her to go downstairs but assigned two guards to accompany

there stood a 24-hour pharmacy. She rushed inside, discreetly purchased the pregnancy test kit and clandestinely tucked it into her pocket before hastening back to her

suspected, two crimson lines materialized on the

expression a mix of shock

She was pregnant.

was pregnant

by faint footsteps. She knew Mark

belly,

last saw each other, she felt as though they were

to tell him

But Mark spoke first.

bypassed her and settled onto the sofa, his slender fingers gently tracing the armrest. It seemed like he struggled to find the right words before finally saying, “You’ve seen it, Cecilia.

that she wasn’t afraid of

at her, smiling, and inquired, “What can you do for me if you stay? Can you bleed for me like Cathy? Cecilia, what I desire

“Do you love

admire her,”

creases on his trousers, he calmly stated, “I disabled her right hand. And I’m

those words, he was urging her to return to Duefron

tremble as she failed to grasp

her. Cecilia, you are undeniably charming but you can only be an amusement for me, a distraction.

harsh voice,

words, Cecilia felt

She thought she understood.

for him to let go of what he already Possessed. He valued fame and power and she wasn’t the

the right one

refrained from asking that question. Instead, she slowly lowered her

of greatness and he had made that clear to her. How could she hold

the dim light overwhelmed their last silhouettes,

head and blessed him gently, “Then I wish Mr. Evans a brighter

on her, she averted her eyes and quivered her lips, “Please go now. Otherwise, I’ll

her head, but eventually thought better of it.

encompassed their love that had now

for the

while someone like him deserved to be consumed by the power struggle.

Mark departed.

creaked open and closed

carpet, her face buried in her hands

she didn’t

their apartment on Gamous Road and survived on

cook, she could only toss all the ingredients

night, she would wake up from dreams where her ‘Uncle Mark’ had returned. In her dreams, he would gently

her cheeks were

he never came

nightmare and found her belly had started to

of her family finding out about the child kept her from going

to let her family know she was pregnant, let alone with Mark’s child. She hid wherever she could, with no credit cards or cash

clothes grew plainer by the

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

price of a cup of milk shake she used

of Mark

remained as spirited and vigorous as ever. His expensive attire stood in sharp contrast to her cheap shirts. It felt like an insurmountable

more

Cecilia, Mark had developed a bad habit. He often checked his

during holidays but his status prevented him

asked around about her whereabouts and was told that

Mark whenever he was home. He didn’t particularly

the

he felt a sense of

began to enjoy spending time with Charlie and Flora

together, they would

won’t last long. Perhaps she’s traveling the world with her friends, chasing the

would echo

the end, their conversations about Cecilia would culminate with his warm

the only

get married and her fans organized an

to show

company of her fiance, Flora walked and conversed with Mark casually. However, she sensed that

but her attention was caught by a

was tall and looked like someone she knew from

stopped Mark and asked, “Mr. Evans, look, is

the mention of this long-lost

the direction indicated by Flora, he spotted a woman whose back bore a resemblance to Cecilia. However, she was dressed plainly and

the woman was

inquired of Peter, “Is the elevator not available

softly, “The elevator is for guests. The staff