All Chapters of Second Chance At Rebirth: Beneath The Ashes: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Christine’s POVStepping inside the house, about to head to my room, the yelling starts the moment I step through the doors. The air was filled with tension, and I barely had time to set my purse on the entryway table before Gregory and Lilith, my parents, descended on me with their cruel words. Their faces are twisted with fury, eyes blazing, and their voices relentless.“Traitor!” my father bellows, his voice echoing off. He’s standing in the foyer, his fists clenched at his sides. His face is red, the veins in his neck bulging as he glares at me. “How could you do this to your own sister? Sending Lisa to prison? You’re heartless, Christine!”Lilith steps forward, as she points a finger at me as her eyes are filled with rage and something else like betrayal, maybe. “Selfish bastard. You’ve always been this way, haven’t you? Thinking only of yourself!” Her voice yells. “We gave you everything, and this is how you repay us?”I stand there, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. My hea

Lisa’s POVThe sound of the prison door echoed down the hallway as the guard guided me out and led me into the visiting room. My heart raced, a rare hope and dread twisting in my gut. It had been weeks since I’d seen anyone from my family, my parents had refused to come too, and the orange prison jumpsuit wear felt like a second skin now, scratchy and humiliating. When I spotted Grandfather sitting at the scarred wooden chair, a wave of relief washed over me. He was the only one who could fix this nightmare right?“Lisa,” he said, his voice calm but his eyes distant as I sat down across from him. The guard stood by the door, arms crossed, watching us. Grandfather’s face was cold, his jaw set in that familiar sad line, but there was no warmth in his expression, no reassuring smile too.“Grandfather, thank God you’re here,” I choked out, leaning forward, my hands chained to the table rattling slightly. “You have to get me out. This place is hell.”He sighed, shaking his head. Before he

Christine’s POVThe door was pushed open, and the light reflection blinding glare sliced through my sight. My wrists ached, ties that had bitten into my skin for days. The tape over my mouth stifled my screams, but my chest heaved with shallow, panicked breaths as the officers stormed in. Their voices were barking orders as I squinted against the light, my vision blurry from exhaustion and tears, but I felt the shift in the air, the chaos of rescue replacing the suffocating dread of captivity inside me.“Over here!” a female officer called, her tone urgent. She rushed to my side, her gloved hands working quickly to cut the ties binding me to the chair. The plastic snapped, and my arms fell limp, hurting as blood rushed back into them. She peeled the duct tape from my mouth with care, and I gasped. My body trembled, not just from the cold but from the overwhelming relief that I was no longer alone in this nightmare.“Ma’am, you’re safe now,” the officer said softly, her eyes meeting

Christine’s POV“I’ll have my leave now.” Says grandfather as the door clicks shut behind him, and the room feels lighter, as if his presence had been a weight pressing down on me. The faint pain of the IV needle in my arm reminds me of my fragility, but I push the thought aside. Grandmother Eleanor stays. She adjusts the blanket over my legs, covering them properly, her lips pressed into a small, reassuring smile.“Christine, darling,” she says, her voice a soft filled of concern and love, “you must be starving. Let me get you something to eat.” She doesn’t wait for my response, already moving toward the small table in the corner of the room where a tray of food waits, covered with a silver cloche. She lifts the cloche, revealing a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup, a small plate of buttered toast, and a glass of fresh orange juice. The aroma of the soup, warm and savory, fills the air, and my stomach rumbles in response, betraying how long it’s been since I’ve eaten anything subs

Christine’s POV“I’ve got a good story for you. A real one. Zane figured out Francis’s plans, tracked him down and brought the cops to save me from that kidnapping. He’s not the man the tabloids make him out to be. Yes, he’s got… unusual tastes, but that’s not what defines him. He’s changed, Marcus. He’s a good person, and I need you to make sure the world knows it.”On the other end, Marcus let out a low whistle. “Christine, this is a scoop and a half. A hero angle with a redemption arc? The press will lap it up. I’ll make sure Zane’s name comes out spotless. give me a few days, and those rumors will be buried.”“Good,” I replied, a flicker of satisfaction warming my chest. “Make it quick. I want every trace of that garbage scrubbed from social media, tabloids, everything. You know what to do.”“You got it,” Marcus said, his tone brimming with confidence. “I’ll keep you posted. Hang in there, Christine.”I was about to respond when a soft knock on the door interrupted me. A nurse pok