All Chapters of No Second Chances: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I pushed the door open and found Elara sitting right on Vittorio's lap. She shot me a smug glance. "Oh, Isabella is here." Vittorio jolted back immediately, keeping a clear distance from her. He looked up at me in a panic. I spoke in a flat, emotionless tone and passed the folder right in front of him."Vittorio, there's a document requiring your signature." Seeing that I wasn't tearing into him for his inappropriate intimacy with Elara, he let out a subtle sigh of relief."Alright. Give it to me!"Elara made a gesture to show she was heading out. As Vittorio opened the folder, I was about to state the excuse I had prepared. Suddenly, Elara twisted her ankle and let out a sharp cry. "Ah! It hurts!" "Elara!"Vittorio was on his feet in a flash, ready to rush over. But, I stepped in his way. "Sign it first. It won't take more than a few seconds."He frowned, his patience wearing thin. "Isabella, since when did you become so cold-blooded? Does this paper really matter?""Vittorio…"

Vittorio received the message just as he had finally coaxed his childhood sweetheart back to sleep. At the first chime of his phone, his brow furrowed, terrified that the sound would wake Elara. Still, when he saw the caller ID, he picked up the phone as quietly as possible.[Vittorio, we break up.]He walked out onto the balcony and immediately dialed me. But there wasn't even a dial tone. He felt a violent lurch in his heart. A wave of panic, sharp and suffocating, began to spread wildly through his chest. He felt as though he was about to lose something of immeasurable importance. But, he didn't dare think too deeply. Driven by urgency and near-panic, he turned and bolted toward the door."Vittorio!"Just as he reached the foyer, Elara's frail voice stopped him. Turning back, he saw her deathly pale face."Where are you going? Are you going to leave me all alone?"Vittorio and Elara were truly childhood sweethearts. They had grown up living right across the hall from each other, wal

The second he burst through the front door, Vittorio’s heart didn't settle. Instead, it plummeted into a bottomless abyss. The penthouse was terrifyingly empty. It was spotless, sterile, and felt exactly like a high-end property waiting for a new owner. There wasn't a single trace of Isabella left. The photo wall that she used to cherish so much was completely bare.Vittorio walked stiffly toward her bedroom, which was even emptier than the living room. There wasn't a single strand of her hair left behind. It felt as though a vital piece of his heart had been violently carved out. Clutching at the last frayed thread of hope, he threw open the wardrobe and emptied every drawer in the bedroom and the bathroom…Suddenly, Vittorio realized he had completely misunderstood Isabella. She had always been so sensible that even she made sure not to leave a single trace behind before leaving him forever.He stumbled out of the bedroom in a daze. It wasn't until he passed the dining room that he f

"Suit yourself." I hung up the phone and sent him every single screenshot of the chat logs Elara had sent me that night. Each screenshot was like a brutal slap, striking him without mercy. Vittorio was rendered completely speechless. His eyes were nothing but a bloodshot, agonizing red. Yet, I was expressionless and simply held out my hand toward him. "When will you give me the pendant? Serena said you refused to give it to her."Then, I cut off any escape route he might have had. "Just FedEx it to me." "Isabella…"His voice was hoarse, his gaze practically begging. "Can't you give me one more chance? Just once.""Vittorio De Luca."I blinked, my tone even. "We’re done." Vittorio almost fled in shame. Every single word in those screenshots had stripped him of his pride, leaving him unable to lift his head in front of me.The moment his private jet landed, Vittorio went straight to Elara's apartment. Hearing the commotion, Elara stumbled out of her bedroom, rubbing her sleepy ey