Todos los capítulos de A Second Chance For The Billionaire: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling window of my corner office, blinding me for a moment before the clouds shift. London's perpetually heavy sky has parted in what feels like a temporary miracle, and now everything outside looks brighter, more alive—a stark contrast to the numbness spreading through my chest. My eyes trace the familiar skyline in the distance, but my mind is somewhere far beyond the glass and steel of this corporate tower, adrift in memories I've tried too hard to bury."Ravi?" Pedro's voice cuts through the haze, sharp and impatient. "Care to weigh in on this?"It takes me half a second to process the question, to remember where I am and what I'm supposed to be doing. I blink, forcing myself back to the present. I'm in a meeting—the headquarters conference room, to be precise. My suit is immaculate, the fabric crisp against my skin. The long mahogany table is buried under projected charts and financial reports, and the company's partners are all staring at m

I follow the GPS through London's traffic, hands firm on the wheel, trying not to think about how strange it is to be taking a stranger — an attractive one, though — home in the middle of the night.Finally, the device announces: "You have arrived at your destination."I pull the car up in front of a tall building — the kind you see in movies and think only exist in distant dreams. Automatic glass doors, a dark glass façade, and the name engraved in metallic letters: The Meridian.He lets out a deep sigh and glances at me from the corner of his eye."You live here?" I ask, trying to sound casual.He nods, a little awkwardly, as if the weight of the world is still pressing down on his back."Yeah. I'll try to open the parking gate." He pulls his phone out of his pocket and, with visible effort, types in the code. His hand trembles, but he manages.I maneuver the car into the reserved spot, and he gets out carefully, leaning on me for a moment before walking toward the building's entran

The muffled noise from the college hallway barely reaches me, hidden away in this small stall of the women's restroom. I sit on the toilet, knees pressed against my chest, my body curled up as I try to contain the whirlwind exploding inside me.In my hands, the pregnancy test. The object that carries the weight of the last few weeks, of every decision that has slipped through my fingers.It's been a difficult month — maybe the most difficult of my life.Ever since my father started getting sick, everything changed. That strong, stubborn man who was always my safe harbor, my foundation, could barely get out of bed now. The nights turned into long vigils, between ineffective medications, scheduled appointments, and a growing emptiness that consumed me.I tried to be strong, as much as I could. But the work at the bar, the classes at college, and caring for him began to weigh too heavily.That morning, the bomb dropped: I was fired from the bar. They needed someone who could be there all

The smell of coffee, which had once been almost therapeutic for me, had now become a trigger.Bitter.Too hot.Too heavy.He was still there. Sitting at the table near the window, with that same air of silent power, as if nothing could shake him. But I knew. I saw it in his eyes. The doubt. The impact. The question that screamed in the silence between us.Ravi looked at me as if he had just seen a ghost. And in a way, that's exactly what I was: an unresolved memory he never expected to see again. Especially like this.Pregnant.I spent the rest of my shift floating between tables, my heart pounding in my chest and my hands too cold to hold the cups safely. I tried to keep my head high, my shoulders straight, the mechanical smile that customers expected. But inside... I was falling apart.And he was watching me.I could feel it. Even when I didn't dare look up. Ravi kept glancing away from his partners to look at me, as if searching for confirmation of what he already suspected. The su

The cursor blinked on the screen.Thirty-two unread emails.Two contracts pending signature.A meeting scheduled for mid-afternoon.And me? I was there, standing still, staring at nothing as if that would solve the whirlwind that had been consuming my mind since yesterday.She's pregnant.The words still echoed, even though they had never been spoken aloud.The image of the girl at the café counter—the same one who had disappeared from my life five months ago like a blur of perfume and warm skin—wouldn't leave my head. The hesitant smile. The frightened eyes. The trembling hands as she hand