The Heirs Second Chance At Forever. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

[Gabrielle’s POV]This story takes place twelve years prior to mine and Trent’s reunion, back when we were both just love-struck teenagers with high hopes for the future. It was a beautiful moment in my life and one that would stay with me forever since it involved me making the home I always wanted with the one that I loved so much.I sat alone in a rocking chair that night, watching lightning shoot across the sky, lighting the empty house just beside Trent's, where I had made my home after my mother’s death and my father’s arrest. I was waiting for Trent to finish with our hot cocoas so that we could watch the storm roll in together.I remember feeling empty that evening; maybe it was because it was the anniversary of my mother’s death or something more. I didn’t know, but Trent was doing everything he could to make me feel better. And honestly, I wanted to smile if just for him, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it.“They’re ready,” I remember Trent saying as he stepped out o

[Gabrielle’s POV]A few days pass since the incident with Gregory, and I can’t help but feel myself drifting into a false sense of security. Even if one issue was gone, there were still more waiting for us. One being Trent’s fake fiance, who hadn’t left his side since arriving. And although he made it clear that there was nothing between them and she did the same, I couldn’t stop the feel of possession and jealousy I felt when she was near.Of course, Rachelle was always ready to point out how I was acting any chance she got, and by the time Trent was discharged from the hospital, I was more than ready to get away from all the unnecessary bystanders.At least, that was how I felt, but who knew that the fake fiance would go as far as staying in town for the time being due to work that she had to complete? I mean, who was I to get mad that she would be in the same area? It wasn’t like she would be under the same roof.Wrong. Even after being discharged, she followed us back to Trent’s h

[Katie’s POV][Katie’s POV]I head out to my car, my mind reeling and my heart hurting as I remember Trent standing there silently, not even attempting to stop his first love from treating me badly, especially after how much I helped him when she left him broken. Why were things so different now?When I came to town, Trudy assured me that there wasn’t anything going on between Trent and that woman, but her assurance was clearly wrong since they weren’t only together in that wreck, but the entire time they were in the hospital, and she never once left his side.Pushing aside the hurt that I feel, I climb into my car and then revv the engine before heading back to the condo that I’m staying in until I finish with my business here. At least, that much of my explanation for being here was true, but it wasn’t the only reason.I had found myself missing Trent recently, wanting to see his face, hear his voice, and see his smile. Even if he wasn’t hurt, I would have come, especially after I w

[Gabrielle’s POV]I walk into the club with Trent at my side, his hand wrapped tightly around me, holding me against himself as if to show the world that I was his. I have to admit, I like it. I like the stares that follow us and the looks of jealousy from the women who are clearly upset that such a powerful man is no longer single.However, along with these looks, there are looks of disgust and even questioning, which I’m certain is from the rumor that Trent and Katie were engaged. I was certain those with these looks were thinking of me as a home wrecker, as the other woman, but as long as I knew the truth, I didn’t care.“They’re over there,” Trent murmurs, leaning in so close that his breath tickles my ear.Nodding, I look in the direction his gaze is in and find Rachelle and Hanson together playing some pool. They look so lovely together, with Rachelle holding the stick and Hanson attempting to guide her. It is easy to see the love between them even from here. Was that the way I

[Trent’s POV]“Do you think they’re taking a bit?”Hanson’s question rings out around us, filling the silence that has fallen in the room we sit together in. He was right; it had been a bit since the women went to the bathroom.“Maybe Gabby was worse off than we thought.” I mutter, panic growing. “I’m going to go check on her.”Maybe I was being a bit overprotective or just worrying for absolutely nothing, but I just couldn’t stop myself when it came to her.“Whipped.”The word is quiet, as is the chuckle that comes with it, but I don’t give two shits. He could call me what he wanted, and I would happily accept it.“Probably,” I admit, getting up and heading toward the exit. “I’ll be back.”Not waiting for a response, I head out into the hall and then toward the bathroom, where Gabby, Rachelle, and Katie should be. And when I reach, I don’t think twice before I’m heading in. However, I’m met with an empty space and empty stalls except for a single one.“Gabby.” I call, heading toward