All Chapters of A Second Chance With Arthur?: Chapter 131 - Chapter 139

Carly I groaned. Opening my eyes, the unfamiliar room filled my senses as I looked around. My head throbbed. My eyes wideded and I moved back on the bed as memories flowed in. The empty room with just a bed and a chair at the end. Me being here in another gown. James. The last thing I remembered was seeing him and then something was placed on my face, covering my vision. I haven’t been kidnapped right? My eyes widened. I moved to stand, away from the bed, but I’m pulled back aggressively by my ankle. I winced at the pain, staring down at my left foots and I gasped. I was chained. My left leg was chained to the bed. “Is he crazy?” I yelled looking at the chain which roll down the floor. But James was out of prison? How come? When? How come I didn't hear of this? And what was his aim this time? Kidnapping me to keep me here? He had a motive. What was it? And just as the thoughts increased. He entered.James. The James from my memory was one with softer features than the one

Carly Pain. My face hurt, coupled with my shoulder. I moaned as I sat up on the bed, looking around the empty room. No phones, no time. I couldn't tell anything, like how long I have been here. I’ve tried sleeping to pass the time, but whenever James comes in, he seems to make it his life's mission to make me see reality. I was weak. Not eating must be taking a toll on me. I didn't care. I couldnt. I had convinced myself to eat, that I needed to, to survive, I needed to eat, to gain the strength, but every time he brings something here, I hold myself from throwing up. Disgust debasied my heart, and I was scared. Scared of the food being poisonous, only God knows what James was thinking. Then he would go mad whenever I refused, even resolved to hit me, like that would make me change my mind. The only thing I could do was change my clothes. Yes, he had brought clothes for me, and of course, having touched me with his hands to get a perfect fit. I was angered, but I could only c

Arthur I entered the container where James was tied. Yes, a container because we were in the middle of the seas, inside my private ship, a perfect place to torture him without the intervention of his accomplice. Yes, I have figured that he had one. One that thought to set up everything in the werehouse burning. That warehouse wasn’t public property. It was private and secluded. If he was able to get access then it was someone of high earn and not to talk about the camera’s setup, then the bomb that followed. Something was missing and I knew it was linked to his accomplice. The light in the dark shone on James. He was tied to a chair in the middle, his legs and hands bound. His face is filled with cuts, his lips burst open. His eyes swallowed even when closed. His clothes are filled with blood, one that had disgusted others but to me, I wanted more and I was going to give him. Not from my boys beating him up, no, that was for wasting their time. “I can see you are already enjoyin

Arthur My hands clenched painfully around the steering wheel. The doctor’s words lingered in my head.“As I said before, it’s a high-profile drug, only distributed to a small group as it’s costly. Whoever is taking this must have gone through something critical to resolve to take this. It has a dreadful side effect. According to my doctor, it helps numb painful psychological memories and also prevent it. You said the person fainted right? I’m afraid this is not the first time and it’s a side effect of the drugs. I wasn't allowed in fully but I’m sure of this. Can you tell me other symptoms the person might have?” I had explained to him, then left his office. Something dreadful must have happened to Carly. Anything that makes one want to erase their memories has to be critical and I couldn’t help but feel it had to do with older Harrington words. He said I had created damage to Carly before. How? What happened years ago? After I moved back to the state on my grandfather’s command,

Epilogue Three years later Carly I smiled looking at the TV. Being the weekend, I’ve stayed away from work, leaving everything to Raphael and Gina. While, my relationship with Raphael had improved since that night, I couldn’t trust him fully because of his father and his mother, but I could leave him to some things, especially with Gina. My phone beeped, and I looked at the messages on the screen. Speaking of the devil, it was Gina. “I hope a certain someone is enjoying her stay at home, after leaving me with a prick of a brother to take care of the company.” I typed. “Come on, Gina. Don’t be dramatic. I just didn’t come to work for a day.” I sent it to her. “Whatever you say. Anyways, I hope my sweet boy is doing well. Tell him, I will be with him soon. I miss him so much.” I smiled at the text and typed. “Sure sure. Right now, he is hell-bent on sleeping most of the time because of Arthur. He is missing him.” I laughed at that. “He is spoilt, too spoilt by his fa