All Chapters of Second Chance At Rebirth: Beneath The Ashes: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

Christine’s POVThe next day, I drove through the city as I gripped the steering wheel of my sleek black Mercedes. The weight of the courtroom victory still filled my heart, a mix of triumph and exhaustion settling into my bones. My cream blazer lay folded neatly on the passenger seat, I’d worn all day. Now, in my silk blouse and tailored slacks, I felt a little more like myself or at least the version of myself I was still trying to reclaim. The September air was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain as I pulled into the gated community where Evelyn lived. I parked in her driveway, grabbed my purse, and stepped out and immediately, the door swung open before I could knock, and Evelyn stood there, a glass of red wine already in her hand. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she saw me, there was a softness there as her lips curved into a smile. “Get in here, you badass,” she said, pulling me into a hug that smelled of jasmine perfume and merlot. Her embrace was for, and for a mome

Zane’s POVThe tires of my Bentley screech as I pull into the parking lot of Ashley’s high-rise condo on Riverside Drive, the sleek black exterior of my car catching the late afternoon sun. My pulse is a steady thrum, a mix of frustration and unease, as I step out. I stride toward the glass entrance of the building, my jaw tight, my mind replaying Christine’s voice from our last call. She was coming here to confront Ashley, to demand answers about the money siphoned from her tech company. But now, as I push through the doors, a sinking feeling gnaws at me. The lobby is all marble and mirrors, the kind of ostentatious wealth that screams new money. I bypass the concierge, a man in a too-tight suit who’s busy typing on his computer, and head straight for the elevator. Ashley’s condo is on the fifteenth floor, unit 1504. I memorized it from the HR file Christine mentioned. The elevator hums as it ascends, the mirrored walls reflecting my tense expression, dark brows furrowed, eyes narr

Christine’s POVI’m tied to a rickety wooden chair in the middle of a small, run-down house. The ropes bite into my wrists, chafing my skin with every futile twist I make. My heart hammers in my chest, but I force my face to stay composed, my lips pressed into a tight line as I curse under my breath. “Damn it!”I can’t believe I’m here again, kidnapped, betrayed, and by my own family, no less. My grandfather stands before me, his wiry look hunched slightly, his tailored suit out of place in this dilapidated shack. His eyes, cold and calculating, bore into mine, and I meet his gaze without flinching, even as my stomach churns with fear.“You’re a fool, Christine,” he spits, his voice low and venomous. “You think you can ruin everything I’ve built? My legacy? My company?” He paces a slow circle around me. “It hurts me to see I gave you everything, money, status, a name. And this is how you repay me? By digging into things that don’t concern you?”I laugh, a sharp, psychopath sound that