All Chapters of The Billionaire's Second Chance At Love: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MEREDITH: My head was as heavy as logs of wood piled in a spot. I managed to crank my eyes open, shutting them once the brightness in the room hit them. I was on a bed of some sort; soft, silk, and comfortable. I could tell due to how comfortable it felt against my tired body. The scent of the atmosphere was a mix of vanilla and cedar with food. Food? My stomach immediately danced at the inhalation of that savory aroma. Fighting hard, I opened my eyes. I was in a simply furnished room; a bed and a small table that had a tray which I suspected was the source of that nice aroma. I hadn't eaten all day. Being in this situation heightened that fact, even though I was confused and a bit scared. Suddenly, the door flung open and Alan strode in with a glass of juice and water on a tray, wearing a beautiful smile like everything was normal. Like I was his wife who had just woken up to dinner in bed. How could he even be smiling? He dropped the juice close to the food tray and brought the w

Miles: Through thick and thin, I tried to reach out to Meredith, but she just vanished into thin air. Even with all my contacts being involved, it was a dead end. They kept saying the same thing: "She doesn't want to be found." She wrote a note which she left on her kitchen counter in her small apartment. Meredith had stated that she was doing fine and nobody should come looking for her. Funny. Because, when people ask not to be looked for, that's an indication to search for them more. Yet, I didn't give up my search until it led to something confusing two days ago. Meredith had an interview with Alan by her side, stating that it was all a misconception. In her words, "I was with him the night my brother went missing. We had a nice dinner, after which we came to a mutual conclusion of taking a break from our relationship. It's ridiculous that anyone would pin this on him. I think the initiators are those who want to tarnish his image due to his new productive project." She went ahead

MEREDITH: This selfish-murderous clown hurled me to an abandoned warehouse where he chained me to a septic tank, only feeding me once a day. Other than crates, there was nothing useful in the warehouse. He said it was going to be one of his production sites once the manufacturing started. On the second day, he made me do an interview where I admitted his innocence and announced that we were back together. He neither gave me extra clothing to cover myself during cold nights or allow me to freshen up. I wore the same clothes for three days, only getting thirty minutes to take care of business whenever he found it convenient. At night, he disappeared, probably for his own comfort, leaving me with just a dimly lit lantern. It was scary, lonely, and overwhelming. I was left with just my thoughts, thinking about numerous things. Would Christian have been happy with the breakthrough of what he believed so much in? Would I still have met Miles? Would Christian have loved and approved of Mil

MILES: Her words melted my heart. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, savoring every moment as our tongues danced together. Going back to my seat, I told her everything that had happened in her absence and how Neymar and Britney were involved. "We can never truly know anyone, I guess." She also told me everything that had happened when Alan took her and how she was able to escape. We spent an hour talking, interspersed by moments of light laughter and occasional sobs from her. I was surprised that we both had the energy to converse after our lovemaking. Though I had her, though she had forgiven me, though everything was over, I still felt guilt. I felt a heavy burden of guilt because I believed I could have saved Christian. "Meredith, I have something to tell you." She moved onto her side to face me. "Go ahead," she said, beaming with a smile. "I think I might be responsible for Christian's death," I confessed. She shot upright. "How so?" I sat up too and narrated the whol

MEREDITH: After disappearing from Miles's life months ago, I felt empty. To occupy myself, I worked as a volunteer on various projects in the place I relocated to, with the most prominent and peaceful one being animal rescue. During that time, I regained myself and rediscovered that he was my happiness, and I wanted to be with him for as long as we lasted. Two days ago, at the last minute, my lovely boss gathered me and the team to inform us that we had received a VIP invitation to a children's charity program in California. After hearing all the details, I couldn't resist attending. Believe me, the idea was to slip in and out without encountering him. I wasn't ready for that interaction, or truthfully, I feared facing him. I should have known something was up when my boss handed over clothes, shoes, and jewelry, claiming that every member of the team got the same package. I should have known a hot billionaire had a hand in it. Upon our arrival, as I listened to his speech and heard