Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Second Chance

“What do you mean?” His eyes locked on mine, pain written in every line of his face. “Because… you’re the only weakness I’ve ever had.” And before I could answer, his body went limp against me. “Tell me this is a nightmare.” My voice was raw, broken as I looked at the endless stream of news flashing across the screens in my penthouse office. Vellacchi Corporation to be dismantled. Adrian Cortez takes bold steps, announces IPO under his control. Ethan Vellacchi: Fallen King of Finance?

"I'm sorry too, for having you trash the flowers Mark gave you the other day." She blinked rapidly, taking her eyes off me and reaching for the bottle, even though her glass was still half full. And just like that, I had my answer. Whatever happened to her last week had something to do with Mark. The rest of our meal went on more quietly. But by our third bottle of champagne, she had slipped into her chatty herself once again, regaling me with tales of when she first started out in the corporate world. Three hours flew by too fast for me and soon, we were all done with our food and ready to leave. I settled the bill and helped her up.

glad when I said I would give up my baby to them. At least the guilt of not making sure my baby had a good life was gone at that time. The couple were extremely rich and took me to their home and they took very good care of me. They scheduled my appointments and gave me the best and healthy pregnancy experience and in return for giving them my baby, they were willing to sponsor me into an expensive medical school in France until I graduate and even get me a job in one of the top private hospitals with their connections. It was the best offer of the century for me at the time. By that time I had forgotten Hardy and was able to see clearly the huge mistake I had made. One day the couple had t

Later that night, Aria sat in her tiny apartment, littered with scattered blueprints and a laptop. Yet, she just couldn't seem to settle into anything. Her thoughts were back with Heathen King and all he had shared; his vulnerability stayed with her, haunting her like a whispered whisper. The man behind the ruthless billionaire persona was more interesting than she could let herself admit. He wasn't what she had expected. Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a message from Anna:

“Money or you.” Sophie met his gaze. “And you chose?” He dropped a document onto the table. “Neither. I chose myself.” She scanned the paper. It was a withdrawal from the Trust. He’d signed away 1.4 billion dollars in potential inheritance. Sophie whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.” “I did,” he replied. “Because I won’t build my future with hands chained to someone else’s gold.” She stepped closer. And kissed him. Camellia broke into the second partition of the Ash List USB.

Now, I was no longer the Jane who cried on park benches or begged for scraps of love from people who didn’t deserve me. I was Jane Harrison, CEO of one of the largest oil companies in San Francisco CA, a mother to a beautiful daughter, and a woman who had reclaimed her power. All just because of one good man. Nate. My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen and smiled when I saw the name. Answering the call, I leaned back, my voice warm and steady. “What is it, Nate? Don’t tell me you’re already missing me.”

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.

Dhruv shrugged and began, “I’ve been god’s favorite child. I worked too little and achieved too much. Now I get to enjoy in all ways I want to. Putting my money in places without thinking back and forth.” Shanaya smirked, slowly regaining her senses. “You’re only being modest. I can’t imagine you counting on your blessing to do the work for you, Dhruv. Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to share your business secrets with me.” “So you’d like to stay a millionaire for some more years,” he concluded, narrowing his eyes. “Yes. I’m afraid if I become any more successful my feet will no longer stay on the ground.” The elevator doors opened and their shoulders touched as both of them tried to move ou

I paused when I heard my voice coming from his phone. “Yeah, it requires drugging the billionaire and having sex with him.” My jaw dropped but I could not speak, my head kept shaking. “N-N-No” I stuttered. All I could think about was how he was misinterpreting all of this coincidental information while the recording was being played. “Then blackmailing him into marrying me when I get pregnant.” “Obviously, he wouldn’t want to tarnish our reputation, so jackpot.” The recording ended, as he tucked his phone back into his suit pocket.

Julian tracked every detail, asked about two people I hadn't focused on, and made me think back and realize one of them had been nodding at specific points in a pattern that probably meant something. "He's a follow-on investor," Julian said. "He won't move first, but if Mehta commits, he'll double it." "How do you know him?" "We almost did a deal three years ago. He's risk-averse, but once he's in, he's loyal." He turned his cup. "You have the room, Nadia. The whole room. " I sat with that for a second. "It's real," I said. Not to him. Just out loud, letting it settle. "The pilot is actually going to become something real." "It was always going to. From the first notebook."