Todos os capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS' SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Chapter 81: ||Robert’s POV||Days passed and I got more buzzes at my door about the same community pie thingie. The woman was so insistent, I was starting to enjoy her regular visits.Her fashion sense wasn’t entirely my thing but her continuous presence was starting to excite me. And I couldn’t exactly blame myself.Living underground had deprived me of so many beautiful things… and a woman’s wet pussy was one of those things.Perhaps today, I would just give the girl a chance.But for now, I had work to do. I had to make sure all my pawns were on the field and doing the right thing, just the way my partner and I liked it.My fingers were already reaching for my tablet when a coded buzz suddenly filled the air. And I knew it was from one of my burner phones.It had no ringtones, just a single coded buzz to alert me.I snatched the phone and glanced at the screen before I picked it.This was from the wardens I had paid at the reform center and for them to be calling, it meant there wa

Chapter 83: ||WESLEY’S POV||The moment I finished reading Sloan’s message, my chest locked tight.I hurried back to my car and tried to calmly think through it. But nothing made sense.I scratched my head and held the steering tight, like it was suddenly going to give me the answers I needed.“Maybe this is a different Violet…” I mumbled to myself.Because Violet, my assistant, was a quiet girl that barely raised her head. She did her job diligently without question.Could Robert be using her?I was going to shake my head in denial but Lila’s words came back to me. Violet was clean… but her brother wasn't.With the look of things, Robert could definitely be blackmailing Violet into doing his bidding. And now that he knew we were unto her, he wanted her gone.I had to stop him. I had to save her— if she was truly the target.It was better that I was wrong and wasted my time than for me to wait idle till she got hurt.Quickly, I typed in my HR’s number and called her.“Good day sir—“ S

Chapter 85: ||NATALIA’S POV||The moment the words left Wesley’s mouth the air in my lungs froze. And my heart dropped.My mind started thinking of all the terrible scenarios I could muster all at once.“Oh my God… Wesley, what happened?” I whispered, trying to steady my breath, but my voice cracked anyway. “Why are you at the hospital? Are you okay?”He sighed on the other end, like he hadn’t meant to alarm me. “It’s nothing serious, Natalia. I promise. Nobody’s hurt— well not too badly.”A gasp escaped my throat at his response as more panic clutched me. “Wesley… are you hurt?”“No, Natalia. I am fine. I brought someone else here and I’ll explain everything when I get home. I promise.”The hole of panic that had formed in my chest slowly closed as I learned that he was fine. But the worry remained.“Then why didn’t you just say that earlier?” I asked, quieter now.“Because I didn’t want you worrying,” he answered, his voice soft. “Plus I don’t want you rushing here, especially in yo

Chapter 87: ||WESLEY’S POV||The soft hum of the fan above my head filled the studio as I leaned back in my chair, eyes locked on the folders scattered across my desk.Ever since the feds and state police took over Robert’s case it had been from one chaotic paperwork to the next. That, coupled with my own company, I barely had time to handle some of them.Though I was grateful that Lila had returned to work to help me deal with other more pressing matters, the work load was still overwhelming.I picked through the pile, determined to get at least half of the work done today. But just a look at the half notes and abandoned presentation reviews, I was already tired.I preferred to just cuddle up with Natalia and forget about the rest of the world. But I couldn't do that.I had to work.I sighed, pushing a hand through my hair as I reached for another page, only for it to slip through my fingers and float to the floor.“Great,” I muttered lazily, eyeing the paper like it was the source o

Chapter 89: ||WESLEY’S POV||For the first time in what felt like forever, my office was silent.And not the disturbing kind of silence, but the peaceful kind.There were no calls buzzing around from shareholders, worried about their investments. There was no threat from Robert.No annoying local inspector with a hatred for wealthy people— even if I didn't technically classify myself as a wealthy man. To me, I was simply a hustler.A man who didn't want to go back to the streets.And for once, I enjoyed the peace that came with it.It was just me, my desk and a glorious stack of papers that were finally reducing.I no longer felt bored or too tired to work on them. My mind was light and my fingers ached to finish all of them so I could go home to my beautiful wife.When I finally cleared them a smile danced on my lips as I leaned back in my seat at the beautiful thoughts. I even let my head rest against the leather headrest with a long sigh.It still felt surreal— that they had finall