Her Second Chance Cari Novels & Stories

I said, smiling. She paused and then gasped. She pulled me into her arms again. “Oh my gosh, Cee! You have changed. You look so good. I can’t believe you're the popular and successful Forbes list female occupant, Isabella Schneider. I’m so glad you stayed alive.” I pulled back and smiled. “Yes, I am.” I kept my answer short. “It is so good to see you again. You look good too.” We talked for a few more minutes about work, the event, the city, and clothes. And the fact that her father also owns a tech company.

A cheap, saccharine mask over a serious woman. As she cleared the small plates from the tempura course, I watched her from the pass. She bent low, her movements economical. She caught my eye briefly. No emotion. Just a neutral, professional scan of her section. Why are you still looking at her, Larry? The truth was complicated, and shamefully soft. Despite the pink dress and the purple hair, she was the only genuine chaos in my meticulously ordered world. And I had to know if the person who broke me had finally found a way to put herself back together. Every perfect bow she gave the Sanfords felt like a small, hard-won victory in her war against her own selfishness.

That despite all of his choices, I had been able to grow stronger because of those sane choices. When I opened my eyes, I returned to the charts with steady hands and measured movements. I reminded myself: Nos I’m Elara Vance. A woman who commands respect. A woman who carved her own path. A woman who will not crumble in the face of temptation, guilt, or lingering bonds.

Then, she added softly, “I could lend you some money.” I shook my head. “It’s not urgent. I’ll wait.” “you’ve wanted this car for so long and you are finally here and…” “It’s not that deep, Car. Let’s gooo.” I tugged her forward. We walked back toward her car, feeling a presence behind us. I was just about to reach the passenger side when a voice stopped us. “Carol,” We both turned and Carol’s eyes widened instantly as she spotted him. Standing a few feet away was Chris. Her ex. Her body stiffened before she whipped her hair and spun around. Carol’s jaw clenched as she turned to storm off, but Chris caught her wrist.

The sound of distant bells - announcement bells, ceremonial bells - threaded through the hall, low and inevitable. She felt her plan take shape in the space between Lady Vale’s ultimatum and the ceremony’s looming circle. She could accept the bargain in name and still refuse to be obedient in spirit. She could stand beside Rowan and not let them decide her silence for her. If they wanted a second wife, she would give them one. But the realm would hear why she was second. Her throat tightened as she swallowed. “You can call it compliance,” she said to Lady Vale. “I’ll call it survival.”

"That woman died a long time ago, please refrain from addressing me as her." The words cut deep, though Damien’s expression barely shifted. The air between them grew heavy, suffocating. Carson kept his eyes ahead, though he did know or what transpired between his boss and his boss's ex-wife, he sensed trouble. When the car stopped in front of her villa, Cara was out before Carson could open the door. "Thank you for your kind gesture, President Zoric,” she said coolly. "I can assure you there won’t be a next time.” Without another glance, she disappeared behind the gates.

Her eyes were still wide and her mouth was hanging down having no idea what had just happened. “No! Oh my God! W-what do I say to Made? She's going to kill me. Oh gosh! Why did this happen? Oh my God!” Ava ran back to the store and questioned the passerbys if they jotted down the license plate of the car that kidnapped her niece. Nobody was able to provide vital details except at the car was an old Mercedes Benz. She felt dizzy and couldn't even imagine to think what Madeline would say and how she would react.

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“I need a car to get her.” Trigg wanted to ask Chance about having a woman, but his wife had called, the house was empty, she was naked, and he needed to get home quickly. With that in mind, he grabbed a set of car keys and tossed them to the younger man. “Red Camry.” Chance caught the keys and headed for the front door. A blonde bunny that he did not recognize, stepped in front of him. He stepped around her, not even acknowledging that she was there. “Yo, where you headed to?” Repo asked as he answered the phone as Chance sped down the streets.

“How do you feel after Mihir Conoretti found out that you were having an affair?” “No comment,” I say again, trying to push past the crowd. God, I wish I had a pair of sunshades. Why aren’t they attacking Mihir with questions? “You have some nerve,” another one says. “Being a lying cheat and a whore.” “Fuck off,” I say, pushing her away. It's too late when I see the speeding car approaching. I reach out to grab her hand, but it's too late. The car strikes her with a sickening thud, sending her flying to the air before she crumples to the floor in a heap.