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.

a minor bruise; she’s just passed

daughter

Don’t worry, Mr. Douglas.

”

Leonel’s brow as he processed their

learning Alexis was out

and his mind began

agony radiated through him, a pain beyond

of a rescuer was Cordelia, his daughter with Alexis,

murmur escaped

“Da—”

Cordelia’s voice in his

he imagined the night sky scattered with stars above

in-him and Alexis, years ago, stretched out on the grass, sharing a quiet

the sky, their silence

had whispered then, “What do you think of the name Cordelia? I think it’s beautiful, and I’d like to name my

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