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

"If Victor hadn't come back when he did. If Maya's father had succeeded. If your mother had never softened enough to sit in this exact spot crying happy tears over a grandchild she once might have resented as competition for the estate." "We got lucky," I admitted. "Not entirely. We worked for a lot of it too, all of us. But some of it really was just luck, timing, the right people choosing honesty at the right moments instead of the easier alternative." "I'll take it," Jolene said, smiling against my shoulder. "Luck and effort both. I'm not going to argue with whatever combination got us here." I kissed the top of her head, content in a way I still occasionally marveled at, understanding th

I said casually once he was done. He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve earned it. Spend as much as you like.” “That sounds like a challenge,” I replied with a grin. I left the mansion shortly after, his gold card already in my possession. The world felt lighter, brighter. Victory had a way of doing that. On my way out, I sent a message to Belle, summoning her back. She had always been too soft, too kind, but useful in her own way. Then I called Beatrice.

“Grace Adams? No way “Heard she was married and left the country. Not at all the other responded. She recently became a partner in Parker Group and has been going on business trips and late nights.” “Huuh poor Ava,” they both shook their heads, their heels causing a reminder of what had been said. Grace Adams, Desmond’s ex and first love, is the heiress to the Adams Foundation. Someone everyone respected. Then I realized that my husband has been going on business trips and keeping late nights but then again I doubt he would betray me.

She checked it, grinned, and slid it to me. It was a forwarded email from Amelia. A charity gala invite. Black-tie. Hosted by one of Noah’s business partners. I glanced at Cassie. “This is a setup, isn’t it?” “Of course, it is.” She leaned back, sipping her drink like a villain. “Step one, look gorgeous. Step two, make him realize what he lost. Step three, profit.” “I’m not going to a gala just to parade in front of Noah.” She shrugged, “Then go for the free champagne. Besides it's not just Noah that'll be there. Lots of other rich dudes too."

I had also been careful with the accounts I accessed—unused funds from my father’s neglect—and I was ready to make my first move. I pulled up the Evahart stock listings. My stomach twisted as I short-sold a small portion of shares, literally betting against my father’s empire. A part of me winced, but another part was sharp and excited. This was the life I wanted: control. Independence. Power. Not the scared, fragile girl I had been. As I scrolled through recent acquisitions, I noticed something odd. The Nightingales had been buying land close to my father’s warehouses. My pulse quickened. Thane was already moving pieces on the board, in ways I couldn’t see yet.

At the time I'd hated it because I was already in love with Antonio and had wanted to marry him but my family had refused and in the process I had made Brian's life a living hell. But why? Why was I back here again, right now reliving all these moments? Something at the corner of the room caught my attention. It was a small calendar that had been hung next to the window. The year on the calendar left me in shock and the realization hit me then. I had been given a second chance at life, a once in a lifetime chance to change my future and this time i wasn't going to let it slip from my hands again. "I'm not going to repeat myself again; sign this papers right now," my stepmother snapped, cutti

She returned from the company and when she got bored, she decided to watch a movie at home, but she couldn’t focus. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she couldn’t hide the fact that Felix’s betrayal hurt her deeply. The days they laughed together, the days they played together, his smile, his touch, his handsome face, she couldn’t deny the fact that she missed all that. If only money could buy back time, she would have desperately looked for money to go back in time and experience all that again. She missed him so much that it hurts. It hurts because he wasn’t who she think he was.

How did she end up in my house and— "When did you know I was the one?" "Huh?" I glanced up from the very pretty surface of the kitchen island I had just been studying now to stare at her face. Okay, that question too. Probably the moment I came back from TV to see her on mainstream channels. She had just taken over her mom's company then and inspired me to invest in the company. "At the company—Winchester Properties—as one of the shareholders." "Oh my God, really?" I nodded, quite pleased to see the excitement and joy in her eyes. It was definitely a contrast from the blankness and determination I had seen in them just minutes ago.

"There's no battle, Mandy. Zach is my husband." She let out a cackle, one that sounded a lot like mockery and grated on every single one of my fragile nerves. "Your husband? Oh, please, Lina." She pushed away from the doorway and sauntered over to me, dusting imaginary dirt off her palms. "You know, when I first learned of your marriage to a billionaire, I was stunned. I mean, how lucky could you be?" "Lucky? I wasn't lucky, Mandy. I was in love!"

“If you want to leave the marriage. That’s fine by me, but you’re not doing it without paying back every cent I gave you. My payment for the contract wasn’t charity, so if you’re backing out, you have to return the money.” Her mouth opened up in surprise. “Really? You’re really throwing that at me?” I held her glare. I had to be ruthless, this was a game I knew how to play. “I never forced you to sign anything,” I said flatly. “You needed help. I gave you the help, that was our deal, don’t try to rewrite it just because you’re letting your feelings get the better of you.” She laughed again, still that bitter sound. “Wait, you really think I’m angry because of feelings?”