A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

She placed two roses in small vases, adding a touch of color.

While reading on the sofa, Elissa could glance up and enjoy the sight of the fresh roses, their bright blooms enhancing her mood.

Around 1@ in the morning, she set her book aside, thinking it was time for a break.

Then, unexpectedly, there was a knock at the door.

Curious, as few knew of their new address, she wondered if Raphael had forgotten something.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Peering through the peephole, she was surprised to see her mother, Marcia, looking distressed and disheveled.

Despite their strained last meeting, Elissa opened the door, her voice filled with concern, “Mom, what’s wrong? What happened?”

stood shivering, soaked to

dawned on Elissa that it had rained the previous night-a storm she’d slept through, cocooned

further questions, she hurried to turn on the

hesitated, rooted to

of unease, tucked her hair behind her ear and reassured her gently, “I know this place is humble compared to

make do

silence, Marcia murmured, “This

of the space, which was scarcely larger than a bathroom

had showered and changed,

warmed up a bowl of mushroom soup

“Did you

“No, I’m not much of a

Raphael made it.”

nodded, and then