Lahat ng Kabanata ng Second chance with the Billionaire : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

My head hurt by the time I got up. Talon’s hands were wrapped around my waist. If he wasn’t sleeping, I would have totally freaked out. I tossed and turned all night. Coupled with the fact that the bed was tiny. This wasn’t the luxury I was used to. But I was getting a hang of it. I promise. It's only a temporary fix and I’ve been incredibly lucky that Talon agreed to share his tiny apartment with me. What would I do without him? Putting up with the cramped conditions is the small price I have to pay to feel the familiarity of a good friend. A divorce is never easy when you’re divorcing a billionaire. Things tend to take longer than a normal couple’s divorce. It all made my head spin when we were going through the process. Managing my single life, staying knowledgeable in my small company’s finances and trying to be a good friend to Talon was enough to make anyone’s head ache.Thankfully, Mihir- my husband had finally signed the papers. Even if it all came too easy, I don’t mind. At

My knees give away immediately. The sight of blood almost makes me gag, but nothing is going to come out of my throat. I curve into a ball, with my knees beneath my chin.What did I just do?The blood continues streaming down the tarred road, painting the ground in red.I feel Mihir squat down to my level. He touches my hair, taking it away from my face. I flinch from the feel of his hands. I’m no longer on the road. I’m in the basement. The dark basement where Mihir punishes me.“You see what you’ve done?” he asks.“I’m sorry,” I say continuously. He touches my hair.“Look at you. It feels so good to see you on your knees after a while. Now, get up.”I stand up immediately and I’m back on the road. A small crowd has started forming.“Do you need help to sort it out?”I feel helpless. I know I shouldn’t be accepting any help from him. But I do. Because I’m helpless. Lord knows what he’s going to tell the police. They would arrest me. He has the money to do so. Talon and I would never

My reputation is at stake as Mihir and I go through what I’m supposed to tell the press. The home phones have been blowing up, ringing nonstop. I’ve asked MaryAnne to disconnect all the wires. He gives me all the details, somewhat disinterested in whatever I’m going to say there. The press needs to know that I’m coming back to stay with my husband while we plan our perfect wedding for the second time.His hands are locked in mine as we both stare at the journalist.“It feels so good watching both of you come back together,” she says, beaming. “Is there a reason why both of you separated in the first place?”Mihir squeezes my hand, making me talk at once. “All couples need space. We thought that was what we needed. We just didn’t know that we would need space to the extent of actually getting a divorce. We probably got back to our senses and got back together.”Mihir nods his head in approval. One wrong move, and I could get my first night in the basement since I got back.The journa

Mihir drives into Talon's garage in rage and alighted. He walked towards the big front door and banged it as hard as he could. Mihir felt the urge to kick the door and break it to shreds, but he kept his cool. Talon, who was sulking in the living room, heard the banging of the door and grumbled before going to open it. He didn't peek through the keyhole to know who was there as he just opened the door. The first blow landed on his stomach, and he staggered backward in pain. He raised his head after the pain decreased and stared at the man who was staring at him with ice-cold eyes."What the hell man," he muttered under his breath.Mihir walks into the room and clicks his tongue in disgust, staring at the cramped apartment.His study was times three of what Talon called a sitting room. With the worn-out couches roughly placed by the corner. There was an old black and white TV stationed on the left side of the room, which was covered with a shawl. Probably because the TV was worn out a

Chapter Nine Heather held the note in trembling fingers. The words on the paper felt like a cold whisper slithering through her mind: “Be careful who you trust. He knows more than you think.” Her pulse pounded as she reread it, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Who had sent it? Did they mean Mihir? Or was it someone else? Someone watching her? The walls of the grand mansion suddenly felt like they were closing in, the once opulent space now suffocating. She swallowed hard and glanced around her dimly lit bedroom, her eyes flickering to the heavy curtains. Was she alone? Or was there someone lurking in the shadows, just beyond her sight? A shiver ran down her spine. She had always known Mihir was dangerous, but if someone was warning her now, that meant things were far worse than she had imagined. MaryAnne had left earlier to deliver the message to Talon. Heather prayed her loyal maid would be careful—if Mihir found out, there would be no mercy. She folded the note quickly, stu