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.

he dismissed the call, only

solace in the smoky tendrils

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

returned. She's confined herself to the study, visibly agitated. Mr. Douglas, she might need you” With a ghostly

was his only answer, prompting him to

in darkness, saturated

the floor, her laptop casting an eerie glow, while discarded photographs lay around her like fallen

embrace, the audible

through Leonel at the sight, his voice a

She halted, the motion of the world seeming to pause before her eyes