Lahat ng Kabanata ng Second Chance With Her Ruthless Billionaire Husband: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ADRIAN'S POV: ‘Something is wrong.’ I can't help but acknowledge, in frustration and anger. My nerves are completely frayed and I feel extremely irritable and out of control. I grind my jaw together as I begin to question myself on why I'm so bothered that Anya didn't attempt to try to convince me not to go on with the divorce. If she had, maybe I wouldn't feel this guilty. But that's bullshit! She's nothing more than a gold digger who was given to my family in exchange for the payment of a debt. “Fuck!” I curse under my breath, completely torn and confused about this whole thing. Why am I feeling this way? I was very certain about wanting this divorce a few hours ago, so what has changed?I squeeze my hands tightly into fists, my narrowed gaze glued to the door she just walked out from. I feel an odd tightening in my chest, a feeling I've never associated with her. Her pathetic father couldn't pay us back, so we had to take the payment by another means. She misused the money, a

ANYA'S POV: “Enough!” Adrian says in a cold and loud tone, drawing the attention of all the reporters standing around us. I'm too strung up tight, and shaking too badly to even appreciate his effort. “Adrian, I don't think it's wise for you to engage with them. They are here to interview Anya. Maybe you should let them, after all she's the one under fire for embarrassing the family.” Thalia spits out, her lips squeezed into a hateful and bitter line. Just as always, she's willing to throw me to the wolves for the family’s image as if I'm not married to her brother. A lone tear rolls down my cheek as I fully expect Adrian to do as she has said and stop defending me, but his next words shock me. Adrian steps away from his sister's touch as he pulls me closer himself. “My wife will not be answering any of your questions. Stay the hell away from her, or I will make sure that you all lose your fucking jobs.” “What the hell are you doing, Adrian?! Why do you want this pitiful girl to d

I calmly step out of the Uber, refusing to let Adrian’s anger determine my mood. I know he will just love to see me ruffled by his presence. My heart tightens with nervousness, but I don’t show it in my face. “What are you doing here, Anya?” Adrian asks as he cocks his head to the right, assessing me, “Shouldn’t you be at home resting?” He adds when I don’t respond immediately to his question. My palm is completely cold in nervousness, but I squeeze it tightly to avoid the shaking. “I wanted to pay a visit to my father’s grave, but when I was done, I realized I needed a job.” I offer the first explanation that comes to my mind. Adrian seems visibly upset by my response, but I don’t cave. Adrian never allowed me to work in the past, and now that I look at it, it was only a way to keep me under his thumb, and he succeeded very well. But this time, I won’t let him dictate my life. He can either get on board or stay in my dust, I really don’t care. “What are you doing here, Adrian?” I

“Are you okay with the dresses, Ma’am?” A nervous voice belonging to the manager of the boutique brings me out of my reverie. My lips curl into a strained smile as I turn away from the mirror and towards her. “They are all perfect. They fit like a second skin.” I volunteer in a dry tone. I can see the instant relief on the manager's face and I can’t help but feel a little guilty at the unreasonable pressure placed on them by Adrian. I can just imagine Adrian chopping their heads if they make one measly mistake. “I will be waiting outside.” The manager says before slipping out of the changing room. I’m kind of shocked that she even found me here considering how I made a hasty escape from the main area of the boutique. I couldn’t handle the side of Adrian that he was portraying to me. It’s almost like a ghost or a soul changing spirit has inhabited his body, making him act strangely. Like always, I expected him to take his mothers orders and drop me as his partner for the ball, but

ANYA’S POV: “I need your help.” I press the send button while biting my nails, waiting impatiently for Theo’s response. I can still hear Irene’s voice, but it seems like I’m no longer an interesting topic of discussion. Given all Dimitri Vasilis took from me and my dad, one would think that they would be remorseful and treat me nicely, but instead, they are so loud in their disrespect and hatred for me. A scoff escapes my lips as I remember how often I used to stay up late at night trying to figure out why Adrian and his family hated me. To Adrian, I was nothing more than an opportunist who trapped him with the help of his father and to his mother and sister, I was the stupid bitch who wouldn’t just die with her father. Theo’s response comes almost immediately as I’m notified with a “ding” sound. “Anything.” His response is curt, simple and straight to the point. “I want you to find me the most decent event planning agency in the city. One who wouldn’t betray me.” My hands fly ov