A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

With a serene motion, Alexis signaled, and in one fluid movement, the room was secured, the door bolted. A formidable guard nudged Anika back onto the couch, leaving her no room to struggle. Alexis bypassed Anika's lock screen with ease, using her fingerprint. The phone's gallery revealed intimate moments captured on video-Leonel and Anika entwined in a fervent embrace, with subsequent clips displaying Leonel’s casual air as Anika offered him juice, a semblance of normalcy in their interactions.

The video spanned over half an hour, painting a portrait of two people entangled in affection.

After watching the scenes play out for a quarter of an hour, Alexis’ interest waned. She sent the video to her device and handed the phone back to Anika, her voice devoid of warmth. “Treasure this memory.” Anika, masking her emotions behind a frosty smile, taunted, “Does it hurt to see? He's mine. Any other is just a sideshow.” The guard, quick to discipline, delivered a sharp rebuke to Anika's cheek, chastising her arrogance.

Alexis maintained a tone of feigned propriety. “Let's remember our manners.” Through tears of frustration, Anika bit back, “Spare me your fake sympathies.” Itwas then Alexis noticed a coat dr@ped over the armrest-a coat tailored by the renowned craftsmen of Ypsila, a Luxury only the elite could claim. This was a signature piece of Leonel’s wardrobe.

this space, it was a silent testament to his frequent presence, a stark reminder of his divided

box from within

lay a necklace, Alexis’

token, meant for you, was chosen during a trip with Mr. Douglas to Hondrau. Imagine, your name on it! How strangely fate plays its cards.” Her voice was laced with bitter pride. “I was the one who helped him select it, even though it was your intended surprise. That evening, as fireworks burst overhead, he nearly ki*sed me. You two were each other's early romance, weren't you? It

with a bland exterior. “His

or not he turns to you, his eyes will eventually wander elsewhere. You hold no significance, and I actually hold no grudge against you.”

rift between herself and Leonel. To Leonel, Anika was merely a fleeting figure.