Unleashing Her Wealth: A Second Chance At Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Laura admitted quietly then shrugged, “nothing serious.” “Whoa,” I gasped. “I didn't realize you were…” She leaned forward, smiling wide, “into women? Don't worry, I'm also into men.” I don't know why that made me laugh, but it did. “So the heiress is your ex? Wow.” “She’s not my ex,” Laura replied. “We just fucked. I despise the Nepos who think money can buy them everything. They walk in expecting doors to open just because they were born lucky.” She sighed as she went on.

She opened them and wore a pitiful look. “Thank you, everyone, for accepting this work proposal from the beginning. It’s your decision to work for me and now that you decline, I can do nothing…” She started and took a break. She squeezed her hand in each other, fixing her teary eyes on them. “Before I leave, I want to tell you the story of a lady,” she said. “There’s a young billionaire heiress lady, who has always lived her life in hidden because she believes wealth is dirty and she didn’t want to get involved in it. One day, she finds out a secret of how wealthy people ganged up and killed innocent peoples,” she narrated.

The way her pussy had clenched around me like it remembered every time I’d been inside her in Greece. She was fighting this. Fighting us. I respected it. I also planned to break through it. Because Noelle Carter wasn’t just a woman I wanted. She was the first thing in five years that felt real. The first person who made the endless acquisitions, the money, the empty penthouses feel… pointless. I wanted her to know me. All of me. The parts I never showed anyone. Even if she hated me for a while first.

The movement drew both mine and Blue’s attention. “What are you doing?” I asked. She looked toward the television screen at Victor, remembering her years of manipulation and silence. Then she met my gaze. “I’m done letting him speak for me.” Something shifted inside my chest because this wasn’t revenge. This was something much deeper. This was a woman reclaiming ownership of her own story who had spent years surviving, rebuilding, and proving she didn’t need anyone to save her. And now she was ready to be seen not as Adrian Blackwood’s ex-wife or a victim but…..As herself.

Owned me. “Asshole,” I muttered, pulling the sheet up over my naked body as the bathroom door clicked shut behind him. I lay there staring at the ceiling, my chest still heaving, trying to piece together how my life had become this. A year ago, I was just Serena Vale. An event planner scraping by in New York, fighting to keep my younger brother Lucas alive. Now I was Mrs Caspian Laurent. Wife to the ruthless billionaire CEO of Laurent International. Trapped in a marriage built on lies, scandal, and control.

And that was without counting the costs for the baby, the exams, the diapers, the basics. I sighed, leaning my head against the torn sofa backrest, my eyes teary. The phone slipped through my fingers, resting on my slightly protruding belly. My fingers caressed it, as if they could transmit some kind of tranquility. "We're going to get out of here, my love," I whispered, almost soundlessly. "I just need a little more strength." I didn't know where it would come from. Maybe from me. Maybe from Ravi. Maybe from some part of myself I hadn't discovered yet. But I needed to believe there was a way out.

He led me out of the mansion toward the waiting car. The charity gala was held in one of the city’s most luxurious hotels. It was glamorous, and women dripped in diamonds. Men in designer’s suit laughed over champagne. The second Damian and I entered, people turned in our direction and soft surprised whispers followed. “That’s his wife?” “She’s beautiful.” “I heard she came from nothing, she’s too innocent for him.” I lowered my eyes. Damian’s hand pressed against my lower back, it felt possessive. I gasped softly at his touch.

Fueled by a surge of indignation, I engage in a heated argument with her, unwilling to tolerate her blatant disregard for decency. To my disbelief, she shrugs and tells us that this is none of her concern. “I came here to buy something and I’m leaving with what I’ve purchased. One billion dollars isn’t peanuts, you know?” Yes, it's clear as day! She's shamelessly flaunting her newfound riches, which undoubtedly stem from her connections with a long line of wealthy paramours. It wouldn't surprise me if she's elevated herself to the status of an elite escort, trading in her charms for extravagant gifts and lavish lifestyles.

“Where did you go? Don’t just leave me hanging here, sweetheart. Just say what you want and how you want. I promise you won’t have to explain anything any further.” Perhaps it was his comforting words and the assurance and sincerity in his eyes that made her a little brave. Carmen lifted her gaze, shrugging off the shiver that his feverish whispers were shooting down her spine. “I want that,” she finally said, her chest tightening only briefly before she felt the tension release its hold on her. “I want to give us a second chance, but keep it from everyone for a while. At least for as long as—”