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;

daughter

Don’t worry, Mr. Douglas.

”

down Leonel’s brow as he

over Leonel upon learning Alexis was

to exhaustion, and his

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

the arms of a rescuer was Cordelia, his daughter with Alexis, unscathed and gazing

murmur escaped

“Da—”

voice in his ears, Leonel’s thoughts grew

the darkness, he imagined the night sky scattered with stars

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

meteor had blazed across the sky, their

you think of the name Cordelia? I think it’s beautiful, and I’d like to

Leonel towered almost