The Heirs Second Chance At Forever. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

[Gabrielle’s POV]I nod and motion for Trent to lead the way. For a moment, he doesn’t move as he continues to just take me in with that damned hurt puppy look of his that always used to get under my skin when we were kids.“Is the kitchen where I’ll be sleeping?” I ask, feeling my insides beginning to stir. “Should I just curl up like a kitten on the counter?”“No,” Trent says, finally snapping out of it. “This way.”Feeling a wave of relief, I jump off the counter and begin to follow Trent through his probably million-dollar mansion until we reach a room at the end of a long hall.“This will be your room.” He says, pulling the door open and then stepping aside so that I can go in.When I do, I feel my eyes widen as I take in the area around me from the large king bed that is fixed with fluffy white pillows and a bloodred comforter. The bed is surrounded by large posts that hold a guazy fabric to flow freely around it, blurring the bed and anyone who may be on it from sight.Above th

[Trent’s POV]Later, I stand together with Gabby on the porch of the home that she shares with Rachelle. Since Gabby was being stubborn and refused to let Alton buy her anything, I decided it would be best for us to come here to collect her things together. However, what I didn’t expect to run into when I arrived was a busted door handle and a front door hanging half open.Now, Gabby wraps her arms around herself, shivering while I’m certain she imagines what would have happened if I didn’t bring her back to my place. Even I was having a hard time of not doing that, and with each passing minute, my desire to go out and find that bastard of a father of hers was growing stronger, but I knew that doing that would only make matters worse, and the best thing I could do right now was let the police and private investigator that I hired do their jobs.“Come on,” I murmur, gently clapping Gabby’s shoulder. “We should go in and see if anything is damaged or missing.”“Right,” she whispers as h

[Gabrielle's POV]The room around me sways, or maybe it's just me? I don't know, but I know I need to make it to the bathroom to pee. Lifting my arms, I take a few tentative steps, and when my footing seems to be stable, I continue to move forward.When I reach the bathroom, I start to head inside until my pinky toe slams into the doorframe.“Fuck!” I hiss, pain radiating through me. “Damn walls jumping out in front of me!”As the words leave my lips, I hear a grunt of annoyance behind me. Eyes widening, I whirl around half expecting Rachelle to have been woken up from her drunken sleep, but she still sleeps soundly.“Sssshhhhh,” I hiss to myself, continuing on my way. “Don't wake the drunkie.”Giggling to myself, I do my business while my toe continues to sting, and when I realize that it is bleeding, I check in the medicine cabinet for some bandages only to find that it is empty.“Well, damn,” I sigh, realizing that I have to hunt down bandages. “What rotten luck.”Sighing, I head o

[Trent’s POV]I hold Gabby against me while Trudy watches us with a look of hurt and anger. When I came home from work I wasn’t expecting to walk into drama, and I was having a hard time keeping my temper in check.“How did you get in here?” I ask Trudy now, narrowing my gaze on her. “What have I told you about just showing up when you want?”“Katie made me a spare key,” Trudy responds smugly. “She said I could come anytime I wanted.”At her words, I feel Gabby tense against me, and I already know what is going through her head. It is exactly what Trudy wants her to think. Since we were young, Trudy didn’t bother hiding the fact she didn’t like Gabby. In the past, I tolerated it and took it as simple jealousy of a younger sister, but we were adults now, and she couldn’t keep acting like this.“Give it here,” I say, holding out a hand. “I’ll talk to Katie later about what she has done behind my back.”As I speak, Trudy’s eyes grow wide with shock, and when they snap to Gabby, they fill

[Gabrielle’s POV]“Dammit,” I sigh, collapsing on the bed in Hanson’s guest room while Rachelle watches me. “What the hell?”What the hell was wrong with me running away like that simply because I found out that Trent has a past? Of course he would! I left him! I left him and went out and fucked anyone and everyone. If anyone should be pissed, it should be Trent!Sitting up, I stare at Rachelle, taking in the amusement that flashes in her golden eyes as a look that screams you’re screwed begins to form on her face.“Say it,” I sigh, knowing that she wants to rub salt in my wound. “I know you’re thinking it.”“And what am I supposed to be thinking?” She asks, raising a brow. “I don’t quite understand what you mean.”“I’m a hypocritical bitch.” I sigh, hating myself for it. “I ran around being a whore the past ten years, and I even agreed to properly date Gregory, but here I am running away like a dog with my tail tucked when I discover that Trent had a relationship after me.”“Why do I