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

flick, he silenced it entirely and sought solace in the

the villa under the cloak of eight o'clock.

Douglas has returned. She's confined herself to the study, visibly agitated. Mr. Douglas, she might need you” With a ghostly pallor under the study's crystal light, Leonel ascended

Silence was his only answer, prompting

was shrouded in darkness,

her laptop casting an eerie glow, while discarded

screen played a looping embrace, the audible intimacy

at the sight, his

halted, the motion of the world seeming