All Chapters of After Prison I’m Done Playing Second: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Reginald’s POVI stormed back to the estate and went straight to my study.The sham wedding was over. It was time to bring Rosabella home.I grabbed my phone and sent her a text.[Enough games. I'm coming to get you.]The message failed. User has blocked you.I froze, then let out a frustrated laugh. Looked like I'd really have to grovel this time."Vincent!" I called for my consigliere. "Book me a flight to Switzerland. Today.""Boss, but…" Vincent hesitated. "Our contacts in Switzerland said they never saw her.""Never saw her? What do you mean?"I frowned, a bad feeling creeping in."Was the flight delayed?""We checked, Boss. There's no record of her on any flight to Switzerland," Vincent said carefully. "Maybe… maybe she was upset and went somewhere else to cool off?""Why don't you try calling her?"I cut him off. I grabbed the desk phone and dialed her number.After a busy signal, the call disconnected.Blocked me on here, too.My face darkened.Rosabella had a temper. She’d pul

"What did she ever do to you?!"My hand closed around Felicia’s throat. Her face instantly turned red."Reginald! What are you doing?!"Felicia's mother, Sophia, burst in and screamed at the sight."Let go of my daughter!"I didn't let go.Three years of hate exploded inside me. I wanted to strangle this snake of a woman right then and there."Answer me!" My voice was a low growl. "Rosabella treated you like a sister her whole life. Why would you do this to her?"Felicia struggled, tears streaming from her eyes.But I didn't see tears. I saw Rosabella's three years of agony.Every scar. Every humiliation. Every drop of blood."Reginald! Stop!"The Rossi family Don, Magnus, stormed in with his men.They tried to pull me off, but my rage made me stronger than all of them."Do you have any idea what she's done?" I snarled at Magnus. "Do you know what kind of monster your precious daughter is?""I don't care what she did!" Sophia sobbed. "Let her go! You'll kill her!""Kill her?" I laughed

Rosabella's POVBOOM!Another shell exploded nearby.I stayed low behind the rubble, raised my camera, focused, and clicked the shutter.Click.In my lens, a little Syrian girl clutched a tattered doll, her eyes wide with fear.This was the truth of war."Rosabella! We're pulling back!" my colleague Marcus yelled from behind me."One more minute!"I kept shooting.A UN peacekeeper ran past, carrying a wounded civilian.Click.A helicopter circled through the thick smoke.Click.Three months.The roar of artillery, the smell of death... I was used to it. I thrived on the adrenaline.There were no lies here, no betrayal, no hypocrisy.Just raw humanity."That's enough! Let's go!" Marcus grabbed my arm.I packed up my camera and ran with him toward the safe zone.The explosions were getting closer.Just as we reached the perimeter, I heard a faint cry for help.In Russian."Pomogite! Pomogite!" (Help! Help!)I followed the sound.In the ruins of a bombed-out building, a man was pinned und

Rosabella's POVReginald's tears?Pathetic.I drove my knee into his gut. Hard."Oof!" Reginald grunted, letting me go.I broke free and ran for the ICU without a backward glance.The doors were closed. Through the glass, I could see my father, hooked up to a dozen tubes."Rosabella! My girl!"My mother, Maria, shot up from a chair in the hallway and ran to me.She hugged me tight, sobbing."You're finally back! I thought I'd never see you again!""How's Father?" I asked."It's bad," she choked out. "The doctors said he could go at any time…"She didn't have to finish. I understood."How did this happen?""It's all my fault!" My mother covered her face, her voice wracked with guilt. "I trusted Felicia! After your father kicked her out, she held a grudge. She bribed the family elders, stripped your father of his power, messed with the books… When he found out, he was so angry he just… collapsed.""Mama."A sickeningly sweet voice came from the end of the hall.Felicia appeared, a bouque

Rosabella's POV"Should I handle him?" Damien asked, glancing at the unconscious hitman. He sounded like he was talking about taking out the trash."Don't kill him," I said. "Let him go back with a message.""What message?""Tell his employer that the hit failed. And that she has a new enemy."Damien raised an eyebrow. "Me?""Us," I corrected. "If you're willing to help.""For a beautiful woman in distress? It would be my pleasure."He took out his phone, made a quick call, and spoke a few words in Russian.Moments later, two men appeared and silently dragged the hitman away."Done," Damien said, turning back to me. "But I suggest you find a new place to stay. This one isn't safe.""Do you have a suggestion?""I have a penthouse downtown. Very secure." He paused. "If you don't mind, of course."I thought about it.Knowing Felicia's brand of evil, she wouldn't stop."Fine."Three days later. The downtown penthouse.Damien's apartment was on the 40th floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows