All Chapters of A Second Chance Family for the CEO : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Isabella's POV I headed to the room that would be my new room, and I was amazed to see how beautifully arranged it was. It was like he was expecting us already. He made sure everything was in order. What's left is to bring our luggage to the house. I picked up my bag and headed out of the room. “Where are you going?” Tristan asked when he sighted me about to leave the house. I turned to look at him with a smile on my face. “I need to get our stuff here.” I said to him and was about to leave when someone opened the door. I took some steps back when the door was opened. I sighted a box that looked familiar. “What's going on? I mean, how are my things here already?” I asked Tristan, as much as I was happy he decided to help, I don't want to feel too indebted to him. “Pete got the keys, so I thought it would be better not to stress you by letting you go there to get your luggage. Instead I sent my boys to get them for you. I was upset, but I couldn't say anything so I don't

Isabella's POV I rushed out of the room still in shock at what I had just witnessed. “What did I just see?” I asked myself while pacing around the room. I can't believe he was suffering so much and he has never told anyone about it. Good thing his maid was at home; I wouldn't have known that he has such an illness. “Bella.” The maid called me while I was still pacing around. “What's going on? I mean, what happened to him? Has he always been like this?” I asked curiously because I was still trying to recover from the shock I experienced in the room a few minutes ago. “It's a long story. Please, I would love you to watch over him for me. His medication is almost finished, and I would have to get a refill. I nodded my head when I heard what she said as I was trying to swallow everything she had just told me. The maid headed out of the house, and I headed upstairs. First of all, I went straight into my room so that I could breathe well and then accept what I had just seen.

Writer’s POV Bella walked into the room after standing outside for a while in shock. She was killing herself downstairs thinking about how to apologize to him, and they were here planning something mischievous. “Happy birthday!” They shouted the moment she walked into the room. Bella couldn’t help but smile when she saw they were working hard all along to make her smile. She couldn’t hold in the smile as she walked in. “What is this? I can’t believe you all were here all along.” She said to them, still covering her mouth with her hand in disbelief of what she saw. She sat on the couch in his room and looked at the cake they prepared for her. “When was this planned? I mean, when did you all do this?” Bella asked, and then the maid walked into the room. “Sir, the receipt.” She handed it to him and walked away. “Did I get played?” She asked the moment the maid walked away; she finally realized that they were playing her when they faked that illness. “Do you really h

Isabella's POV Hearing him talk about being unable to sleep made me think it might be because of the arrival of his girlfriend; maybe he was thinking we’re going to make her uncomfortable. “I shouldn’t be bothered about her presence, right?” Tristan asked and turned to look at me with a smile on his face. My heart melted seeing the smile, but I just knew it would be a wrong idea to let myself fall for him immediately. “She’s your girlfriend, so you have to be bothered. I mean, my kids are here living with you; she might start thinking there’s more to it, she might think we have a kind of relationship, and if I were her, I would feel bad.” I explained it to Tristan. “What makes you think she’s my girlfriend?” Tristan asked me. “I thought she was your girlfriend.” “She’s not; we broke up already, so I don’t know why she’s here and what she wants.” I turned to look at Tristan when I heard what he said. I was trying to read him to know if he was telling the truth or if he w

Isabella's POV “What are you saying?” I asked Tristan, still finding it hard to believe that so much has been going on, but the kids were taking it all in because they didn’t want to hurt me. “They just love their mom too much to the extent they don’t want to see her hurt; that’s why they did what they did.” Tristan explained it to me. “No, I should have noticed there was something different about them. I should have been able to tell that they barely had a smile on their faces every time they returned from school, but it was almost impossible because I had my thing going on here as well; I prioritized my work over the kids.” “Don’t say that, Bella. You swallowed so much just so that you could give them a good life, not because you didn’t want to see them happy. You are a good mom, and every child deserves a mom like you.” Tristan said to me. I turned to look at him because I thought he was only trying to make me feel better, which is why he was talking to me like that an