A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Rescuers, arriving at the scene, were greeted by the mangled door.

When they pried it open, their faces registered sheer astonishment.

Conventional wisdom held that in a crash, a driver’s instinct might swerve the vehicle.

Contrary to that, the driver in front of them had done the opposite and taken the impact head-on.

Leonel’s thighs were drenched in blood, the crimson stark against the grey fabric of his suit, a grisly sight.

His legs, trapped and immobile, continued to bleed.

Propped against the seat, Leonel’s voice was faint.

“My wife, my daughter-where are they?”

Recognized immediately by the rescue team as the well-known Leonel Douglas from Duefron, they hastened to his aid.

“They’re safe,” they assured him.

has a minor bruise;

daughter

Don’t worry, Mr. Douglas.

”

trickled down Leonel’s brow

washed over Leonel upon learning Alexis was out of the wreckage and

to exhaustion, and his mind

his trapped legs, a searing agony radiated through him, a pain beyond what most could withstand, and it

of a rescuer was Cordelia, his daughter with Alexis, unscathed

soft murmur escaped her Lips-a

“Da—”

in his ears, Leonel’s thoughts grew

and behind the darkness, he imagined the

ago, stretched out on the grass, sharing a quiet moment

the sky, their silence a

then, “What do you think of the name Cordelia? I

sixteen, Leonel towered almost