Second Chance For Him? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

Keith's POVHave you ever felt that moment when you finally get what you want, yet it leaves you with an emptiness? The satisfaction, happiness, and sense of victory that should have accompanied it, seem to just vanish into thin air.I feel completely empty, lacking any sense of fulfillment even after finally being able to breathe the fresh air outside the damned cell. This should be the moment for me to go ahead and carry out my plan. Without Clara by my side, the spark of life within me has... faded away.What did I do wrong?What did I do to deserve her hatred?Maybe, I have gone too far. But believe me, I did this solely because I wanted her to return to me, as she was meant to. Clara belongs to me.Back in those times when my brother treated her more like a disgrace than a wife, I was always there by her side. I knew that her life had been never easy, so I ensured that in our fake and cold social sphere, she had at least one person she could truly call a friend.This feeling tha

James' POVWatching my mother raise her hand to Clara filled me with a surge of anger.I thought it couldn't get any worse until I noticed how tightly Clara was clutching her face. She remained silent, offering no response at all. I let go of my mother's hand a bit too forcefully, and even Clara seemed taken aback.Her eyes grew wide, and the hand that had been shielding her face dropped, revealing the distinct red mark on her cheek. The place where my mother just slapped her a slap. Her eyes pleaded with me to stay silent, but rage had already consumed me.I pulled Clara closer; the instinct to shield her from my own mother was just overwhelming."Wife?" My mother raised an eyebrow, her voice completely lacking in guilt. "Did you really just call her wife, James? The woman who has turned you against your brother?""Clara didn't turn me against anyone." I began to get sick of my mother constantly saying that. She said as though Clara was to blame for what happened to Keith. As if he

Clara's POVA strange sensation washed over me as I stood in front of the massive closed door. The door creaked open, and there was Sarah, her smile lighting up the moment she spotted me. I've called her to tell her that I’d been in LA a few days back, yet she still couldn’t hold back her surprise when she saw me.Yes. After giving it some thought, I chose to fly to LA again and go to the gathering that James asked me to. Walking back into the house I had been away from for months felt strange. I hadn't lived in this house for very long, the house that the late Mr. George had passed down to me. Initially, I expected to feel out of place being back here, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that I felt right at 'home.'"Welcome back, ma'am," Sarah said as I stepped in, holding Layla's hand.A different maid grabbed my suitcase from me and brought it up to my room on the second floor. Sarah led us into the living room. The arrangement of this room hasn't changed since my last visit.

Keith's POVIt's hard to stay calm, to find comfort amidst the irritating buzz of conversation and the clinking of glasses. And to be honest, I can't keep up the act; just fifteen minutes into this gathering, and I'm already over it. I need to get back to my penthouse.Since my hospitalisation, I've been a ghost in the real world, and curiosity about my well-being is beginning to stir among those who know me. Rumours begin to spread, and my good name is threatened. My mom insisted that I should make a public appearance at least for a bit, just to clear things up.So here I am.The light from the flash is moving in my way, and I can feel my head rhythmically beating."Mr. Keith, will you mind to-""Get out of my way," I walked past the paparazzi. The man was nudged to the side, nearly losing his grip on the camera. The crowd of people waiting behind him stood there, jaws dropped in disbelief. This isn't how I usually present myself, but tonight, I honestly couldn't care less.I feel

Clara's POVI opened my eyes. My head is throbbing as if it took a direct hit from a hammer. With a groan, I tried to reach for my head. But I found my movement strict."Sarah...?" I called.I'm in a room. An unfamiliar room actually. This isn't the house I lived in while I was here in LA. This room is damp and dusty it’s making me cough. I find myself waking up in a chair. What made me choose to sleep on a chair in the first place? Why was my hand tied behind my back? A warning bell echoes in my mind."SARAH?" I screamed. My hands and feet are tied. What happened? Where am I?The door creaked open, and I couldn't help but drop my jaw as I saw Zoe walk in. Zoe, not Sarah. Sarah's not around. I'm not at home right now. I'm in a place where it's just me and Zoe.“You finally opened your eyes. How did you sleep last night?" She bent down until our eyes met. "You?! Where the hell did you bring me?" I let out a sharp hiss at her face. Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Not so far f