Lahat ng Kabanata ng Losing Ryker: The Billionaire's Second Chance : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Zerah“I've already signed my part of the divorce agreement. Now it's your turn.”With those words, the papers were stacked in front of me on the dining table. Looking down at the words, all I felt was numb. “We've reached the end of our deal. Today's the last day and I don't want to spend any more time playing this farce,” Ryker said emotionlessly,Indeed. Today was the end of our deal. Of this farce, he called it because that was what it was to him.Tears stung my eyes, but I held them back trying to will them away. This was what I had asked for. I wouldn't cry. Not now.“Why aren't you signing it? Do you need more incentive for your services? Ten million isn't enough?” His voice broke me out of my thoughts and I looked up at him, stunned. His face grew into a mocking insulting smirk, like he had expected it. “Don't worry, for playing along for so long I'll pay you an extra million. Happy? This pisses her off and she tells him that “Not everything is about money, Ryker.” I bit

ZerahRyker was standing in front of me. My head cycled around that for several more minutes before I blinked out of my thoughts.My mind was racing with questions and panic. Why was he here of all places?Why did he look exactly like before?My heart couldn't door racing as his grey eyes pierced mine. “Ry?” I tensed as a voice came up from behind him before SHE came into view. Alice.With her blonde hair curled in ringlets, she slipped onto his side like it was second nature before turning to face me. My gaze shifted to their intertwined arms and hands to their hands.Matching rings.A wave of nausea filled me at the sight. So they had gotten married. He had cast me aside for the wife he truly wanted.My chest ached, but I forced myself to look back up where Alice's eyes were on me.“You…” Alice said, her gaze narrowed in shock and suspicion. She obviously recognized me.“How are you here?” her tone was accusatory as though implying that I couldn't be here. Like I didn't belong. I

Zerah This was my fault.My heart fell. Without even so much as a warning, my worst fear had unexpectedly happened.Less than a few hours ago, I’d rushed out of the office after receiving a call that my mother was in the hospital. Immediately I thought the worst and flew into a panic, barely noticing anyone as I left.It was only after getting to the hospital that my fears were eased. As it turned out, although she was still in shock, she had simply suffered a small fall and had a few simple scrapes and bruises. Because of the shock she was going to have a simple night stay in the clinic. After talking to her, I left to pick Ryan and Micah from school and had told them everything, assured that she would be discharged by tomorrow.I was confused when midway through dinner I received a knock on the door, but hadn’t expected to see Ryker of all people at my doorstep. Seeing him at my doorstep, so close to the children I wanted to keep him away from made me panic. As a result I desp

Zerah“Nathan, I can just meet you there,” I said, clutching my bag a little tighter as I walked beside him in the parking lot. He unlocked his car with a chirp and turned to me, smiling. “Come on, Zerah. We’re heading to the same place. It’s silly to drive separately.” “I just— I don’t want to impose.” “You’re not imposing. Look, you’ll save gas, and I’ve got snacks.” He grinned wider. “Unless you’re worried I’ll talk your ears off?” That made me laugh despite myself. “You might.” “Then that’s a risk you’ll have to take.” He pulled open the passenger door with a flourish. “Milady.” Rolling my eyes, I got in. “You’re impossible.” “Yeah, but I’m charming.” I nodded, even though my stomach was tied in knots. I had no idea what to expect. The last thing I wanted was to walk into another meeting with Ryker in it. But there was no avoiding it now. Nathan had insisted I join him, and I couldn't exactly say no.The ride was mostly quiet, save for Nathan humming to a soft indi

Zerah When I opened the front door, the smell of soup drifted through the air. Warm, savory, comforting. I stepped inside quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone. My shoes clicked softly against the wooden floor as I made my way toward the kitchen. There she was, my mother, standing at the stove, her frail back to me. Her hair, now more white than black, was pulled into a messy bun. She stirred the pot slowly, humming a familiar lullaby. Something about the scene made my throat tighten. "Mama?" She turned around at once, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. "Zerah. You're home." I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I walked straight into her arms. The moment she held me, all the composure I’d held onto since this morning crumbled. I cried. Her arms tightened around me. "Shh, it’s alright, sweetheart. Let it out. I’m here." The tears wouldn’t stop. I didn’t say a word, just held onto her like a child. Her hands stroked my back, slow and patient. No questions, no pressure, jus