All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 72: ||Wesley's POV||"No, Wesley..." Mary cried, tears streaming down her face like a broken dam. "I can't— I didn't mean to. It was never supposed to be like that."She was talking but I was no longer listening. Because now, it was clear that every single detail I thought I knew, were lies...My sister didn't die from birth complications as I had been made to think. She was killed...Isabel was killed."Wesley, please... It was a costly mistake and I swear I wanted to turn myself in. I wanted to tell the investigative police the truth..." Mary cried in the background.But all I saw were flashes of my sister. The way she brought light into our lives... Her carefree laughter that got everybody in the room smiling...When she died, I thought the world had lost its light. I was angry at myself for not being there for her. For not stopping her.But the video was clear. This wasn't even her choice.She was betrayed— by her own best friend."Why?" I let out, in a voice that was stuc

Chapter 74: ||Wesley's POV|| My head was breaking apart with thoughts, yet none was helpful. The police were already in the compound and Lila calmly stood there waiting. "Do you even realize what you are doing? How can you call the police—" "On myself?" She completed with a scoff. "Wes... It is the only thing we can do right at this very moment." "No!" I snapped. "It's not the only thing!" I cried out running my fingers through my hair in frustration. She crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged. "Then what is? Letting Robert treat us like children by allowing him to manipulate us?" "But Lila, we could have done this differently!" I growled, very close to losing my mind. My head was boiling and my chest felt like it would explode. My thoughts were no longer even making sense. Nothing echoed inside of me except the shock of the whole situation. I had just learned that my sister's best friend somehow got coerced into killing her and that same person threw me under the

Chapter 76: ||Natalia’s POV||As soon as I got into the car, my heart started racing with fear. It was as being away from Wesley left me completely exposed to danger.I jumped at every sound as it felt like I was being watched. But I convinced myself that this was just in my head.Yet, all I wanted was to run back into Wesley’s arms and let him protect me— and my baby.But I couldn’t. I had to handle this on my own. I had to help him out as much as I could.He was going through so much at the same time, this was the least I could do. Because if I were in his position, I would have been too broken to even do anything.Yet even in his state, he was strong. He stood firmly by my side, despite my misplaced judgement.He never turned his back on me. He stood there firmly protecting me even when I acted like I didn’t need it.All of these made me even more determined to stop Robert and his lies. It was no longer just about me getting away from my psychopathic ex husband, it was now more abo

Chapter 78: ||Natalia’s POV||“Theresa?” I choked out as I jumped out of the car.My heart had already begun to pound like a warning drum. My hands felt cold against my sides as I hurried towards her.There had been no call. No messages. Nothing. And yet here she was….Oh God please!I was already praying in my heart as I rushed to her.She smiled at me as I got closer and even stretched her hands for a hug. “Natalia.”But for the love of me, I was shaking. I hugged her but it felt like this was a comforting move before the dropped the bomb.“What happened? Is it my father? Did something happen—”“No,” she said smoothly, cutting me off with a raised hand. “God no. Vincent is perfectly fine.”The fear and unease inside of me instantly froze and I blinked. If he was fine—“Then what are you doing here?” I asked, unable to keep it to myself.Rather than respond directly to me, she moved her eyes behind me and I imagined it was Wesley— especially as her expression softened.“Theresa…” I c

Chapter 80: ||Wesley’s POV||After Natalia called our marriage a contract, I felt completely empty. And I couldn’t stay in the room with her anymore.At least not at that moment.And this was not because I was angry. But because I didn’t want to stay there and say something that I was going to regret.Because in the real sense, this wasn’t her fault. I was the idiot who fell in love and thought the world was going to revolve around my feet.But now, the reality was hurting more than I had imagined.Slowly, I dragged myself down the hallway to the one place I knew my emotions wouldn’t betray me. My studio.It was the only place that accepted me for who I was. There was never heartbreaking questions, only paint and an imagination of a beautiful life ahead.I went straight there and as soon as I opened the door, the strong smell of the paint welcomed me.The ache in my heart felt considerably healed as I grabbed an empty canvas in one hand and on the other a couple of brushes.I position