The Heirs Second Chance At Forever. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

[Gabrielle’s POV]I stare at my reflection, taking in the skimpy black dress that hugs my curves like a glove, but could pop if I so much as moved the wrong way. It was Rachelle's bright idea to squeeze me into this, even though it clearly should be worn by a woman of the night.“I don't know about this one,” I say, turning to meet the perpetrators proud gaze. “Isn't it a bit too much?”“No,” she responds matter-of-factly. “If anything, it isn't enough.”Not enough. Was she out of her damn mind? My breasts were threatening to make an appearance at any moment, as was my ass and pussy. How was this thing not enough?“Don't look at me like that,” she sighs, snapping me out of my head. “The point,” she continues, moving forward and pushing my long red hair, which is curled to perfection, over my shoulders so that it cascades down my chest. “You were so reserved and always hid your figure back in high school. Think of this as your chance to get back at everyone who mocked you."“But I neve

[Gabrielle's POV]I stumble down the street, flask in hand, while my mind whirls, replaying that bastard's face again and again. Why did he look so hurt over my reaction? Why did I actually want to comfort him? Fuck! I should be the one hurt and needing comfort. How could he just act so calmly like nothing even happened after everything?Bringing my flask to my lips, I down the last bit of burning liquid in it while fighting the memories that are trying to come forward. Cursing, I shake the empty container and then shove it back into my purse while I examine the area around me.“What the hell?” I huff, realizing that I was standing in Gregory's neighborhood. “Why did I come here?”Frowning, I remain in place while debating on what my next move should be, and when the bastard's face pops in my head and smugly stares at me as if saying, ‘We both know you aren't over me’ I begin to move, beelining for Gregory's.When I arrive, I lift a hand and bang on his door, then wait until a light c

[Gabrielle's POV]After stuffing my stomach and agreeing to a date over the weekend, I head out. I needed to go home and make sure that Rachelle wasn’t panicking over my sudden disappearance, though I doubted she was given her silence. However, I did promise her that I would accompany her to watch Hanson’s race that day, and I knew that she would give me hell if I missed it.When I arrive home, I find her kicked up on the couch, sipping coffee, as if she didn’t have a single worry in the world.“There you are,” she says, turning her gaze toward mine. “I was beginning to wonder if I should call the police about a missing person.”"Lies!" I sigh, sitting my purse down and making my way over to her. “If you were truly worried, you would have blown up my phone.”“Eh,” she shrugs. “You’re an adult, and I’m not your mother. If you managed to find yourself somewhere sketchy doing things that could get you arrested, I didn’t want to be guilty by association.”Laughing, I plop down beside her

[Trent’s POV]“A new family is moving in next door,” my mother announces from her place at the stove where she cooks breakfast. “From what I heard, they have a daughter around your age.”“He doesn’t need to meet her,” Trudy, my stepsister, announces. “He already has me; that’s enough.”Turning, my mother takes in Trudy’s defiant gaze and gives a gentle smile.“Of course you will always be his favorite girl,” she laughs, turning her attention back to the food she is cooking. “But it wouldn’t hurt for your brother to help that little girl become comfortable with this new place, right?”At her words, Trudy lets out a huff of annoyance, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she looks at me and then her food as my mother places it in front of her. When she starts to eat, I look toward the kitchen window to take in the house beside us. The last family to live there was an older couple. They were nice, from what I could remember. They used to bring us baked goods, and the woman would help teach my

[Gabrielle's POV]My eyes stay locked on the ground as I'm carried off stage and through the crowd. Many thoughts race while I try to make sense of what is happening, but only one thought sticks out amongst the rest…Why was he here?This single thought repeats again and again as too many damn emotions flare. Since our run-in at the reunion, he has been everywhere. Was he following me? Was it fate bringing us together again, like it did back then? I didn't know, and honestly, I didn't want to find out.“Let me go!” I hiss, finally snapping out of my head. “Put me down! Now!”“No!” Trent growls, shoving his way past the men who try to stop him. “Not until we are out of this place!”“This place is my work!” I argue. “And you're going to get me fired!”As the words leave my mouth, fear flares at the thought of losing a job that brings in so much. I couldn't risk it! Not now! Not when I was so close to...“Good!” Trent snaps before I can fall into the darkest recesses of my mind, where al