All Chapters of Billionaire Second Choice : Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

She said nothing. He didn't look at her face but he felt the change in the air beside him. Something that went very still. "You reminded me of her," he said. "Physically." He set the plate down. "That's why I paid the fees. Initially." She handed him another plate. He took it. "And the second time?" she said. Quietly. The forced quality of the question like she was asking something she needed the answer to even if the answer cost her. He dried the plate. Looked at the window above the sink. "The club," he said. "Yes." "You were wearing red," he said. "Dark red. Dancing and not caring who was watching." He paused. "You looked—" he stopped. Chose. "The word I thought was free. Like someone who had decided to take up exactly the amount of space they wanted and wasn't apologizing for it." He set the plate down. "I noticed you before you noticed me." She was looking at the water. "And then you turned around," he said. "And I thought—" he stopped. "What," she sai

A pause. We haven't found the second passenger yet sir. The car went into the embankment. We're still searching. Jonas held the phone. His name was Adrian Vale,Jonas said. Yes sir, the voice said. We know. That's why we called this number. Is there family we should contact? Jonas looked at the wall of his office. Thought about the penthouse. About Elara at the kitchen table with her notebook. About a baby at fourteen weeks whose heartbeat he'd heard. I'll handle it, he said. He hung up. Sat on the floor. For approximately thirty seconds he allowed himself to be a person who had just received that information. Then he stood up. And started making calls. Elara POV She knew something was wrong before Jonas said anything. He called at seven. She was making tea. His voice had the specific quality of someone who has prepared what they're going to say and is delivering it carefully. "There's been an accident," he said. She set the kettle down. "Adrian's car," he said. "O

Seraphina POV Seraphina had been living in the village for three weeks.She'd chosen it specifically for what it offered distance. Quiet. A place so far removed from anything connected to the Vale name, the company, the world she'd spent the last several months trying to fully exit, that nobody here had ever heard of any of it. She rented a small house at the edge of the village. She'd told them, when she arrived, the simplest version of a story that explained her presence without inviting questions.My husband travels for work, she'd said. I needed somewhere quiet while I wait for him.It wasn't entirely a lie.It just wasn't the whole truth either.She heard about the stranger from the woman who sold vegetables at the small market a foreigner, found near the forest road, can't remember his own name, the nurse says he's getting better though.Seraphina had nodded politely.Hadn't thought much of it.It was three days later needing supplies for a cough that had been bothering her,