All Chapters of A Second Chance With Mr Steele: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Celia’s Point of View"That bitch!!" I spat in rageThe sharp honk of a car behind me barely registered as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white with tension. My foot pressed hard on the gas, only to slam the brake as the traffic light turned red. My heart pounded violently in my chest, my mind a whirlwind of rage."Why the fuck was Adrian still keeping his guard up around me? After everything I had done to make him vulnerable, to force him to need me, he still held on to that wretched woman." I ranted to myselfTwo months. It had been two goddamn months since Emma disappeared, yet he still thought about her, still looked for her. How? Why? Wasn’t absence supposed to make the damn heart forget? Instead, it had only made his feelings for her stronger.My nails dug into my palm as I let out a low growl of frustration. This wasn’t supposed to be happening.The light turned green. Without thinking twice, I veered off course, making a sharp turn down the desolate road leading out

Celia’s Point Of ViewSitting outside Lily's school and waiting for the bell to ring, was one hell of a nightmare. The endless chatter of these mothers, the giggling little squids, the blaring of car horns, it all annoyed the hell out of me. But I endured it with a smile because I knew it was paying off.Every single day, I was closer to achieving my goal. Adrian was finally depending on me, letting me in gradually, and that made all the efforts worth it.A small smirk tugged at my lips as I glanced at the car key resting in my lap. He had given me a spare key to his house. A small token, but a significant one. It meant I was trusted, that I was needed. The little brat had rejected every nanny that came for an interview, just like I planned. I made sure of it. Lily was attached to me now, and Adrian had no choice but to rely on me for his little girls peace of mind.My phone vibrated against my palm, and Adrian’s name flashed on the screen. I cleared my throat, softening my voice into

Celia’s Point Of View“Slow down please Adrian, there's a kid in the car,” I said with fake concern, masking the irritation bubbling inside me. Last night, Adrian had almost caught on to me. Those stupid men of mine had called at the worst possible moment, and he had overheard part of the conversation. Luckily, I was quick enough to spin a believable story, that it was just business.Adrian had always been pretty dumb and naive. Beneath all that macho act, he was still the same fool he had always been. Or was it love that made him this softer? Because back when I knew him, he wasn’t like this. He was ruthless, sharp, a bloody flirt.. Now? Now he was blind and not to mention weak. I stole a glance at him as he gripped the wheel, driving like a maniac. His jaw was tight, his knuckles white. Beneath all that I could see stress and fear.Good. Let him drown in stress. It only made my job easier.We got to the hospital in record time, and I tagged along like the dutiful companion he thoug

Adrian’s Point Of ViewThe morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a dull glow over the room. My head throbbed, the weight of last night pressing down on me like a boulder. I turned, and my chest tightened when I saw Celia lying beside me, tangled in the sheets. My mind scrambled to make sense of it, but deep down, I already knew what had happened.I sat up, dragging a hand over my face. I felt sick. This was a mistake.Celia stirred beside me, blinking up at me with a sleepy, satisfied smile. My stomach twisted at the sight.“Good morning,” she purred, stretching like a cat.I forced myself to look away, gripping my temples. “Celia… what... What happened" my head still pounding as I tried to find better words to describe this scenerio. She scrunched up her face and responded "what does it look like Adrian? We had sex.. You slept with me.." I couldn't hold her gaze, I had suddenly become so ashamed of myself "I.. I'm sorry but.. Celia... last night shouldn’t have happen

Adrian's Point Of ViewI stood by the window, arms crossed, watching Celia and Lily playing in the driveway. Laughter echoed through the yard, Lily’s high-pitched giggles filling the air as Celia twirled her around. I couldn’t help but notice how happy my daughter had been lately... She's been more lighter, more carefree. It had been a while since I’d seen her like this. It should have been comforting, but something about it felt... off.Just as I was about to turn away, my phone rang from the nightstand. I sighed lightly and walked over to the nightstand, glancing at the screen... It showed Mr. Guerrero. Celia’s father.I frowned, why was he calling at such awkward time but picked up the call, carrying the phone back to the window. “Mr. Guerrero, good evening.”“Good evening, Adrian,” he responded in a smooth, business-like tone. “I hope I’m not calling at a bad time.”“Not at all. What do I owe this call?”“I was reviewing the proposal for your upcoming Cancer Rehabilitation Center