Billionaire's Second Chance: Winning Her Back Novels & Stories

If you wished to survive in this high-society circle, you needed to have the hand of this woman above your head to breathe freely. I had seen and heard a lot about her, which was enough for me to judge who she was. She was getting married to a billionaire. No wonder. The looks that men gave her or the desperate behavior that they showed ahead of her were something that disgusted me most of the time. These men were the owners of billion-dollar businesses, but ahead of this woman, they were all puppies, or should I say, some teenage boys who were hopelessly romantic. It was fun to watch how she used all of them for her benefit, and they didn’t mind. But I was more curious to meet the man who h

Her voice trembled with the effort of keeping her composure, but she straightened her shoulders anyway, remembering every lesson in survival her past had forced her to learn. The doors swung open. Light exploded—camera flashes everywhere, lightning white and blinding. June flinched, eyes watering, but Dante didn’t even blink. He pulled her close, letting everyone see his grip. This was their big reveal: the most eligible billionaire in New York, stepping out with a secret wife and a four-year-old heir. The “Public Debut.” All eyes locked on June. The hush was palpable, a living thing, as the city’s powerful and petty alike measured her with hungry curiosity, ready to pounce at the first sign

If Vincent weren’t his father-in-law, he might’ve beaten the man senseless already. That bastard had carved deep wounds into the hearts of both women. And Zayne swore he would make him pay for it. “I heard there’s been a huge amount of money spent without any clear purpose. I think that’s what caused all this,” Zayne said, and Isabella nodded. “That’s why Vincent came back here—to look for new investors. He’s targeting Mr. Huang from Mirevielle,” she revealed, making Zayne let out a long breath. Isabella continued casually, “I heard the company is hosting a big event for their anniversary. A lot of important people will be there. I’m sure Vincent will show up.”

I continued, “I’m not surprised.” She folded her arms. “You’ve been obsessing over my life since high school.” The smile never left my face. “I guess some things never change.” Mirabel’s eyes narrowed. I stepped around her. “I’m not giving you the attention you’re asking for.” I started walking away. Then her voice followed. “Do you think you can win him back because you suddenly became a billionaire?” My steps stopped. Slowly. Very slowly. I turned. Mirabel smiled. Victorious.

So I imagined her on the TV. But she was the one. She looked clean, different, and professional. And to top it up, she looked more confident, way more confident than she looked when she came here a few months ago. Or should I say a year ago? It made no sense. Everything had been ruined. Everything had been scattered. She lost everything. She lost Aiden too. She lost Mom's trust. How is she capable? How is she back on the news? How is she thriving? I brought out my phone immediately and started searching for information about Sophia, typing down her name when I saw it linked to a charity.

Couldn't think. "However," Richard continued smoothly, "I'm a businessman first. I'll still meet with you at the gala. It'll give Emily a chance to see what she's left behind. Do bring your secretary if you like. And please bring my niece Lily. We'd love to see her again." The line went dead. I sat in the darkness, Richard's words echoing in my skull. Emily Lothan. Racing champion. Heiress. My wife. No—my ex-wife, soon enough.

This is a happy day, I can’t ruin it with tears. “Silly me.” I mutter in a sardonic tone as I wipe the tears away. “I’m supposed to tell you about my grand news.” I shake out the newspaper I had brought along with me in the little basket a few feet’s away from me. I shake it out as I open to the second page, prepared to read the headings. “The Elusive Figure, Mrs Anya Vasilis, finally shows her face in the event of the century.” “Mrs Anya Vasilis takes the award of the most supportive wife of the century.”

Final. “No,” I said. His eyes searched mine, but I kept them steady. “I didn’t come here for this,” I told him. “I didn’t come to hear sweet words or old promises. I came to rebuild what my father built. I came to take back what’s mine.” “And I’m standing in your way,” he said, his voice lower now. “Yes,” I said. “You are. And I won’t let you stop me.” “Well, the only way you can get control of your shares is to marry me,” his voice sounded, bolded, manipulative. A side of him, I thought he had let go.

Because of that, he was going to watch her get engaged to another man. His life truly had a ridiculous lay out. When something precious had been given to him on a gold platter he threw it away, and now that he’d realized it’s worth it was too late. Pathetic. Utterly pathetic. But did he have any right to go on complaining? No, instead, he was determined to win it back. People who wasted time complaining over things lost had no potential to get up after a huge knock down and he wasn't one of those people. He was determined to win her back and make her stay by his side.

she whispered. "You do. You deserve more. You deserve the whole world. And I want to be the man who gives you that world. I don't want to spend another second away from you. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to doubt for a single moment that I am yours. That you both are mine. You and our daughter." The word "our" hit her fully. She brought her hand to her mouth, sobbing softly. I took the small box from my pocket. The ring I had bought on the day I visited Helena and Georgia. The ring I kept as a promise. As a rebirth.