All Chapters of Another Chance To Live : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The car rolled to a stop in front of the grand mansion. Lights lit up the entire area. The chauffeur hurried and opened the door. Anthony rolled out first and Avery followed behind. When they entered in through the grand doors, a maid led them through the high ceilinged hallway to the grand dining room where four people sat on the polished mahogany brown table.Cole sat beside Mrs Valerie and Lana and her husband, Smith sat opposite them. "Avery, Anthony." Mrs Valerie cooed. "I'm glad you could come" Her face bloomed with a smile. Avery smiled back but Anthony. He just rolled over and sat at the head of the table. Avery sat beside Mrs Valerie. "Since Anthony woke up, we haven't had any meal together. So I decided to take this opportunity to introduce Avery to the family." Mrs Valerie began."So everyone this is Avery, Anthony's wife. Avery, this is Lana, and her husband Smith, this is Cole." Mrs Valerie introduced pointing to everyone accordingly."Hi everyone, it's nice to final

Fish had called Anthony. Avery had just entered one of his shopping malls—completely unaware that he owned the place. And she wasn’t alone. Chelsea had walked in seconds after. Anthony stiffened. Avery didn’t know anything about his properties. She couldn’t have known she was walking into his territory. And after the argument about the gown, maybe she was still upset. If Chelsea saw her now, she'd definitely cause a scene. He didn’t think twice. He called his driver and headed out. At the mall, Avery stared at the card in her hand, shocked and unsure. Anthony sat beside her on his wheelchair, voice smooth but firm. “Please,” he said to the manager, “Let her choose from the finest designers. Anything she wants.” Then he turned to Avery, took her hand gently, and kissed the back of it. Her heart skipped. “I’ll head back to the office now,” he said softly. “See you at home, honey.” That one word "honey" sent a flutter through her chest. She nodded, managing a small smile

"why isn't he dying" Smith gritted. He slammed his hands on the table. Blood boiling, jaws clenched. "Let's just take a break, you've tried your best." Lana said walking up behind him and placing her hand on his back as he stood by the table. It was already dark, the moon cast a soft gleam off golden light through the window. The bedroom had a huge bed in the center, a dressing table that sat in front of the mirror. " How did he survive the plane crash. He should have died." Smith seethed. "The doctors said it was a miracle, it's impossible for a person to survive such" Lana added. Anthony had been in a plane crash nine months ago with his father. They were both traveling to canada for a business trip. They were halfway through the journey when the plane began shaking. It was that the realized that the pilot wasn't there on the plane. "Lana we have to come up with a new plan. What if That Avery girl gives him an heir?" Smith said. His eyes stared straight on the table. Lana sto

"I've checked everything, it's as if he just vanished right after the crash" fish told Anthony. Anthony sat legs crossed, his back to Fish who stood right opposite him both of them separated by the huge brown polished mahogany desk. Anthony turn the chair slowly, one hands fiddling with his pen, the other on the arm rest. His brows creased and his lips pressed in a straight line. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking Fish?" Anthony asked staring intently into nothingness. He remembered quite well that himself and his father had boarded the private jet with a pilot on board and that was Eliot but it was strange that when the plane was about to crash, the pilot had disappeared. "The crash was planned." Fish said like he had read Anthony's mind. "Exactly." Anthony paused "but why? Who would have wanted me dead?" "Someone must have known you were traveling with father and I'm guessing their aim was to take over the Hartford's empire" Fish said. " Why else would anyone want the your f

It had been twenty four hours but Avery hadn't shown any signs of waking up. The doctor had said twelve hours but the time had doubled. The room was quiet, the distant footsteps could be heard outside the room. Anthony sat there, his elbows on his thigh and fingers entwined as he stared at Avery. Her chest heaved up and down rhythmically, she looked peaceful. Anthony exhaled. He moved his hand slowly to hold her but guilt flashed through his mind and his hand hovered over hers for a while. After a while of contemplation, he summoned the courage to hold her. He squeezed her hand tightly in his. He held her hand in both of his palm bringing it closer to his face. "I'm sorry" Anthony muttered. "Please wake up." He stared at her face but she move, she laid still, no sign of waking up. " Please, Avery" he muttered before bowing his head slightly, he let out a sigh and allowed her hand to rest on his forehead. "You." Anthony heard a small weak voice. He shot his