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Chapter 19 A Plan
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President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 20 A New Ava
As I pushed the front door open with one hand, Tommy's small, sleeping form nestled in my arms. The dim light from the hallway spilled into the living room, casting long shadows across the floor. I didn’t expect to see anyone awake at this hour, but there they were—Richard and my stepsister, Han, entwined on the couch like two serpents, with Richard looking particularly uncomfortable. Han, as always, had that smug look plastered on her face, like she knew something I didn’t. I stopped short, the sight of them together sending a sharp pang through my chest. Neither of them bothered to look at me. Not that I expected them to, but it was like a slap in the face nonetheless. I shifted Tommy's weight in my arms and moved towards the stairs, deciding against acknowledging their presence. They could continue their little charade without me—Tommy needed to be put to bed, and that was far more important. Once upstairs, I gently laid Tommy down on his bed, careful not to wake him. His li
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 21 Her Secret My Plan
I stood in front of my wardrobe, my fingers drifting across the rows of clothes. “What am I going to wear?” I muttered, feeling the frustration grow as nothing seemed to fit. I was starting to get irritated with the prospect of picking out something, and my patience was wearing thin. Just as I was about to give up and settle on anything, a loud bang on the door startled me. Before I could even respond, the door swung open, and my stepsister, Han Gregory, barged in uninvited. I turned to face her, my eyes narrowing. “Oh, how may I help you?” I asked, my tone dripping with sarcasm as I crossed my arms, making it clear I wasn’t in the mood for whatever she had to say. Han's smirk was as condescending as ever. “I’m supposed to be asking you that, Ava,” she sneered. “What are you still doing here? You know very well that my fiance, Mr. Richard, and I are getting married soon, and I won’t allow you to stay in this house. You and that little thing you call a son need to pack your bag
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 22 Putting Her Plan In Action
Standing outside the grand hotel, I could feel the nervous energy coursing through my veins. The imposing structure loomed above me, its elegant facade bathed in the warm glow of evening lights. It had been so long since I’d stepped out for anything like this, not since that night. The memory of it sent a shiver down my spine, but I pushed it away. As I waited outside, I was hyper-aware of the people passing by. The crowd was a mix of well-dressed men and women, their laughter and chatter filling the air. I flinched every time a man walked too close, my heart pounding in my chest. I reminded myself to breathe, to stay calm. Nothing was going to happen here. Not tonight. But still, the anxiety lingered, a constant companion. After what felt like an eternity, I spotted Mr. Eddy making his way through the entrance. His tall, distinguished figure was unmistakable, even from a distance. Relief washed over me as I watched him approach. Finally, I wouldn’t have to stand here alon
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 23 A Jealous Husband
As I walked through the hall with Mr. Eddy, the atmosphere was thick with tension. I could feel Richard's gaze on me, hot and intense. When he finally turned to look at me, the deadly glare on his face sent a shiver down my spine. There was no mistaking the jealousy burning in his eyes, and that knowledge only spurred me on. “Mr. Eddy,” I whispered softly as I beckoned on him to bend a little because he was too tall for me to be able to execute my plan. “Please, just play along with me.” He hesitated for a moment, then caught on to what I was asking as he glanced towards where my eyes were looking and with a small, understanding smile, he leaned in closer. I gave him an apologetic smile before brushing my lips against his cheek in a quick, playful peck. I turned to look at Richard and his reaction was immediate—his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and I could almost see the storm brewing within him. Mr. Eddy, ever the gentleman, wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled m
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 24 Silencing Kiss
“May I?” The tall, handsome man stood over me, his gaze piercing through the dimly lit room. His voice was smooth, confident, and filled with an unspoken command as he gestured toward the empty seat beside me. I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. Richard’s presence was like a dark cloud hovering over me, and I could feel his eyes burning into my back. My breath caught in my throat as I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. His body was rigid, his fists clenched at his sides as he stared at the man, his expression a mask of barely restrained fury. For a fleeting moment, I considered refusing the stranger’s request, fearing the consequences of provoking Richard further. But then, a wave of defiance surged through me. Why should I care what Richard thought? He had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want me anymore. That he was done with this marriage. If he could so easily discard me, then I had every right to live my life as I saw fit. With a small, forced smil
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 25 The Panic Attack
Richard’s lips crashed down on mine with a force that took my breath away. For a moment, I was too stunned to react, my mind reeling from the suddenness of his actions. His kiss was fierce, demanding, and there was a raw intensity in the way his hands gripped my arms, pulling me closer as if he was afraid I might disappear. I should have pushed him away. I should have screamed at him, fought him off. But instead, I found myself caught in the storm of his emotions, swept away by the fire that burned between us. There was a part of me—a traitorous, desperate part—that had longed for this, that had missed the feel of his lips on mine, the way his hands knew every curve of my body. It was as if, in that moment, all the pain, all the betrayal melted away, leaving only the two of us, tangled together in a web of passion and need. His kiss deepened, and I felt his hands move to the clasp of my clutch, fumbling with the delicate fabric. The sound of it falling to the floor barely r
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 26 Renewed Love
As Richard turned to leave, the tension between us reached a breaking point. My emotions were a storm of guilt, love, and desperation. Before I could even think, my hand shot out, grasping his wrist. "Richard, wait," I called out, my voice trembling with the weight of all the unspoken feelings between us. He paused, his back still to me. When he turned around, what I saw in his eyes stopped my heart. Richard—strong, composed Richard—had tears brimming in his eyes, tears he was struggling to hold back. The sight shattered the last bit of resolve I had. "I’m so sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with regret. "Seeing you with him... I just lost it. The thought of losing you to another man... I couldn’t bear it." The anguish in his voice tore through me, and before I knew it, I had closed the distance between us, my hands cupping his face. "Don’t apologize," I murmured, my thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped the corners of his eyes. "I’m just as much to blame."
President's Second Chance At Love Chapter 27 A Crying Tommy
The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. I blinked, disoriented for a moment, unsure of where I was. Then it all came rushing back—the night before, the heated arguments, the tears, and finally, the comfort I’d found in Richard’s arms. But now, as I slowly turned to face him, the man who was always so stern and distant, he seemed oddly peaceful in his sleep. His usual frown was gone, replaced by a calm expression that made him look younger, almost vulnerable. For a long time, I just lay there, studying his face. The slight stubble on his jawline, the way his dark lashes rested against his cheeks, and the soft rise and fall of his chest. In sleep, he was an entirely different person—a far cry from the man who often scowled at me or spoke with that cold, detached tone. As I watched him, I felt a strange mix of emotions. There was still that lingering hurt from our previous interactions, but seeing him like this, I couldn’t help but won
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