A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

The Fowler residence was vibrant with her children’s presence over the weekend, but she returned to the villa in solitude. The greetings of the household staff failed to penetrate her reverie. She sequestered herself within the study.

There, the playback of the video became a relentless cycle on her laptop.

She watched Leonel's embrace with another, a haunting repetition.

She immersed herself in the imagery until a wave of revulsion overwhelmed her, and she succumbed to nausea.

Leonel exited the Fowlers’ residence marked by the evidence of a confrontation-red imprints stained his face, and a trickle of blood stained the corner of his mouth.

Despite the damage, Waylen's frustration lingered, feeling his reprimand had not been harsh enough.

As evening's shadows gathered, Leonel's phone buzzed incessantly with Anika's calls.

insistent caller ID, he dismissed the call, only for it

solace in the

the cloak of eight o'clock. The servant's greeting was

herself to the study, visibly agitated. Mr. Douglas, she might need you” With a ghostly pallor under the study's crystal light, Leonel ascended the stairs. At the study's threshold,

was his only answer, prompting him

was shrouded in darkness, saturated with

on the floor, her laptop casting an

a looping embrace, the audible intimacy echoing

through Leonel at the sight, his

of the world seeming to pause before her eyes lifted