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; she’s just passed

your daughter is

Don’t worry, Mr. Douglas.

”

trickled down Leonel’s brow as he processed their

learning Alexis was

surrendered to exhaustion, and his

pain beyond what most could withstand, and it sent him spiraling into a

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

soft murmur escaped her

“Da—”

in his ears, Leonel’s

imagined the night sky scattered

ago, stretched out on the grass, sharing a quiet

meteor had blazed across the sky, their silence a shared

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

towered almost six