A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Unbeknownst to Rena, Waylen embarked on a journey to Czanch, his footsteps guided by a purpose hidden in the depths of his heart.

Rena remained in blissful ignorance, the tapestry of her own day woven with the threads of routine.

The private plane touched down gracefully at the stroke of ten, like a phantom of the skies. Waylen’s arrival at the Evans family’ residence was well-timed, shortly before noon, leaving the mansion’s butler utterly surprised by the unexpected guest, Rushing to the grand hall, he announced with urgency, “Mrs. Zoey Evans, Mr, Waylen Fowler has arrived,”

Zoey’s heart raced with curiosity.

“What brings him here today?”

Her unease was rooted in the unresolved tension between their families. Mark, her son, and Waylen’s sister Cecilia had a tangled history that led to the birth of a child. For years, Mark hadn’t given Cecilia a home, and Zoey feared Waylen’s presence might ignite a storm of anger.

The butler hesitated, and then cautiously replied, “He appears troubled.” Zoey’s concern deepened.

At that very moment, Waylen entered, his demeanor unusually deferential, which only served to bewilder Zoey further.

Without delay, he extended his arm to escort Zoey to her room, away from prying eyes. He confided with a faint smile dancing on his lips, “I have something to share with you, in private

Zoey’s playful retort didn’t mask her relief.

“Waylen, what’s with all the secrecy?”

Waylen’s enigmatic smile remained.

When they arrived at the room, he unveiled an aged photograph on the table.

As Zoey donned her reading glasses to study it, she marveled, “This is an old picture of me. How did you manage to find this?”

When she flipped the photo over, her questions dissipated, replaced by a subtle shift in her expression.

Her eyes welled with a complex mix of melancholy and longing for days long gone by.

In fading ink, the reverse side of the photograph bore a message that tugged at Zoey’s heartstrings.

“I miss my beloved Zoey.”

Tears glistened in Zoey’s eyes as she recognized the familiar handwriting.

“Waylen, I recognize this handwriting.”

Her voice quivered, but the tears remained in check.

Waylen’s voice was hushed yet filled with a gentle solemnity.

“Jarrod entrusted this to me. He said… His life’s greatest regret was not having the chance to apologize to you.”

Zoey’s fingers caressed the photograph, and a sigh escaped her lips.

“He didn’t need to do that. Waylen, how is he?

For a fleeting moment, silence hung in the air, an unspoken truth. Zoey knew something bad might have happened to Jarrod.

Placing his hand atop Zoey’s, Waylen gently broke the silence.

“Jarrod has passed away. You were the last person in his thoughts.”

The words lingered, a poignant reminder of life’s fragility.

Zoey’s shock was palpable, yet instead of tears, she gently traced the handwritten words on the photograph.

Hy beloved Zoey.

When Zoey was young, she and Jarrod had been an incredible match, Their connection was undeniable, However, fate had other plans. A bitter feud divided their families. Jarrod’s family vehemently opposed his relationship with Zoey, uttering hurtful words, Zoey, known for her fierce spirit, couldn’t tolerate such discord. She made the bold decision to marry into the Evans family just half a year later.

Jarrod, unable to bear the constraints of his family’s disapproval, chose a different path.

He ran away from home and eventually found himself drawn into the world of psychics,

The ambiance in the room was heavy with silence. Zoey sat, her emotions hidden behind a stoic facade.

No tears, no cries – but Waylen understood the storm brewing within her.

In a hushed voice, Waylen began to share snippets of Jarrod’s history and his connection to the Fowler family. Zoey responded with a nonchalant tone, “I thought he had given up on everything. Yet, in the end, he helped my granddaughter.

For hours, Zoey remained in solitude, lost in her thoughts. Waylen stood by her side, offering silent support.

As evening descended, Mark returned home. He was taken aback to learn that Waylen was in the house.

Upon hearing from a servant that Zoey was in low spirits and that Waylen was with her, Mark decided to head straight to Zoey’s bedroom,

He approached the bedroom door, giving it a gentle knock.

Concern laced his voice as he inquired.

“Mom, why have you locked the door?”

The door creaked open, revealing Waylen.

He quietly closed the door behind him and explained, “Mark, your mother needs some time alone.”

Mark felt a sense of unease wash over him.

He took a few steps away from the door but couldn’t contain his curiosity.

“What’s wrong with my mom?”

Waylen paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

“An old friend of your mother’s has passed away.”

Mark’s confusion was palpable.

He racked his brain, but the identity of this old friend remained elusive. After all, the families had once been prominent in their own right, but the past was a distant memory now.

Waylen had originally intended to return to Duefron overnight. He missed Rena and the kids.

However, Mark’s insistence kept him back.

“Zoey isn’t feeling well. Having an extra person in the house might help, and she’s very fond of you.”

Waylen consented.

Mark took it upon himself to prepare a few dishes.

The night air was chilly, and Waylen stood alone in the courtyard, dialing Rena’s number to let her know where he was.

Rena’s gentle voice greeted him when she picked up.

“Dinner is ready, Will you be back for it

Waylen, undoing a button on his coat, whispered, “You and the kids should eat first. I’m away on business, and it might be difficult for me to make it back. If you have trouble sleeping, let Alexis sleep with you. She always likes to snuggle up to you the most.”

trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She

soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist

only been a day, but

Waylen’s heart did a

about to say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you

up the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a

he removed his coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a

He looked incredibly handsome.

Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you

glass, a bittersweet smile playing on his

promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no longer

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t

Mark, his busy schedule had always made him unable to address his personal

gazing into his glass. Waylen

a glass of wine

them continued to chat

room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so

a few bites,”

want to visit his grave, I’ll

and gazed out

yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought

Mark nodded.

a dutiful son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the morning, Waylen prepared to

him to take along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia and

nearly noon by the time Waylen

house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most formidable rival in

help but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed

hastily took

white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned

rather

Waylen

had been gazing at Danna in such a way. It was no wonder

to get to

he settled Rena onto

come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

to a car race to us. Zack is set to participate in an Fl car race

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon Danna’s been

I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop you

prefer to be a lawyer.

halted Rena’s words with a

want

providing his wife and children with the best life possible was

met Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered around

had grown content with his work in the business

so Rena decided to

upon arriving at the luxurious villa,

on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in

moment she entered the Luxurious villa

the servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs.

emanated

her in,”

opened, revealing the elegantly

an air of opulence, Just the sight of

seated there, wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading

exuded a mature and

couldn’t help but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare

up Rena, the latter

it. Please, have a seat,”

seat across from Rena but felt

to the servant and instructed, “Prepare

Ruth sipped her coffee, she

favor

but Aline had a strong dislike for her and

taking a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself

prominent individuals, and she

to those influential figures

be an upstanding person and was no

words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene,

finger and traced a delicate path on the

bit of

by Rena’s

her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason

Rena didn’t elaborate

nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers

unspoken request, Ruth nodded in

She just asked softly, “Are you willing to help

firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered

that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice

a while

approaching the yard heralded the arrival

long, Alexis and Leonel

touched his face with her cold little hand and said,

out a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to

frowned. He reached over to inspect

“Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself

Marcus over, removing his soiled pants and replacing them with fresh ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these tasks, he whispered to Alexis,

Alexis a mini-lesson on

get it?” he

chin with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help me,

a faint blush, turned his attention

was carried

is hungry,”

knew Alexis inside out, responded without missing

Marcus, treating him as her little one during their make-believe games.

its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the

to read alongside

of quiet and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling deeply

at such a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection,

later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at

had someone make sure Ruth had a bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing

was a miserable

before the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing a

Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make

turned on the tap and splashed cold water on

voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen

a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her