Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Chapter 92: ||WESLEY’S POV||I couldn’t focus.My heart was drumming like I was thrown in the middle of a war zone.The files in front of me looked like a foreign language and the numbers were swimming across the page, mocking me.Every few seconds, my eyes flicked to my phone, hoping to see a text. A missed call. Something. Anything at all from her.But it remained dead silent. There was nothing.Just like the house had been this morning when I left.When I brought her breakfast, I half hoped she would be awake, but she wasn't. My heart had squeezed with guilt as I had seen the tears stains on her pillow.She must have cried all night and it was all because of me. It was my fault."Oh Wesley... You have messed up..." I mumbled rubbing my palms over my face.I leaned back in my chair, getting lost in my thoughts again.I was so gone that I barely heard the knock at the door until it creaked open and Lila stepped in.She had two mugs of coffee with her as she approached me with narrowe

Chapter 94: || NATALIA’S POV ||The rain hammered the glass so hard it felt like the house itself might shatter. Yet even below all that splatter, I could hear Wesley’s voice.I tried to ignore it. I tried to clutch the donor form and convince myself I was doing the right thing by staying silent.But then another flash of lightning lit the lawn and I saw him.He was soaked to the marrow with his shoulders trembling, yet he still remained there. Looking up my window, hoping that I would somehow change my mind and open them to at least see him.But I didn’t move from where I stood. And neither did he leave the rain or even flinch.Not even when thunder crashed and the wind nearly knocked him over.He just stood there. Waiting.He was the one in the rain, but I was the one trembling with emotions he had thrown me into.Why didn’t he just tell me the truth?And now, he was standing like a statue in the rain just to prove his love for me…My heart was drumming hard. I could feel the cold h

Chapter 96: ||WESLEY'S POV||I could hear Natalia's voice calling my name. But her voice sounded so far away. It was almost like she wasn't anywhere near me...Yet I could feel the warmth coming from her body. I tried to pick out her position, wanting to see her beautiful face... I wanted to be sure that it wasn't the fever playing a cruel trick on me...So I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids suddenly felt like two towers. I couldn't lift them open.Panic shut through me as I feared I might have lost my eyesight to the rain. I tried to speak, so I could at least ask them. But words failed me.In fact, it wasn't the words, it was my mouth. I couldn't open them. Everything felt heavy and laboured.My heart started racing as I tried my best to retain some sense of direction, but I got nothing. The only thing keeping me sane was Natalia soothing perfume around me.I couldn't pinpoint where she was, but I could feel her around me. And I wanted to hold her. I wanted to be sure that it

Chapter 98: ||Natalia's POV||I didn't even know why I was telling Lila all that... I felt so much pain inside that I just had to let out some of them... Somehow..."Natalia, it's normal to feel the way you do," she gently offered, pulling me to the sofa at the far end of the room. "Any woman in their sane mind would probably feel the same. This isn't your fault... It never was..."I leaned into her, somehow finding comfort in her words, like it was the very thing I needed."Wesley..." She paused turning her eyes to his sleeping form. "He made a mistake. He should have told you... But now, it has happened, you both need to move on from it—""I will not be giving out such advice if I were you," Theresa's harsh voice suddenly cut through the room.I instantly moved away from Lila and turned a cold stare at the approaching Theresa. But before I could speak, she added;"Lila, please take your drink. Take your friend— or whatever he is to you— and just leave Natalia and the Carson family a

Chapter 100: || ROBERT’S POV ||Those bastards! They threw me in a cell and thought I would wallow in despair?Well, they were wrong. Robert Brooks could never be broken.As the sound of the stupid cell doors clanked shut behind me, my brain started planning out my path out of here.This was definitely not the end. It wasn’t even close.It was only a setback, one I had to come out from as soon as possible.I had to admit that they caught me by surprise. I never saw the day coming—“That cursed whore!” I hissed as the image of my dirty little girl played on my mind.She had played me well. But that was just the beginning. This was the first part to a different story. Now, I had to set new counter plans rolling so that I could get out of here.And once I did get out, that darn whore I was going to beg for mercy but she wouldn’t find it. I started pacing the length of the cell with slow, calculated steps. My back was kept straight and chin high, because I could never be caught slouchin