All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Carmen was consumed by a feeling of intense anger, the likes of which she had never encounteredbefore. It was true that she had been through painful experiences in the past, times when even those closest to her had inflicted deep wounds on her heart. Hell, her own mother had once abandoned her in pursuit of a better career, leaving Carmen feeling alone and abandoned.But what Simon had done to her was far worse than any physical blow. He had always acted as if he didn’t know her, as if she were a stranger to him. But how could that be possible when he had known Jenna well enough to help her escape from the wedding? The betrayal cut deep, leaving Carmen with a seething rage that consumed her every thought. The injustice of it all left her feeling helpless and vulnerable as if the ground beneath her feet had suddenly given way.Had he been lying to her the whole time? Was anything he said or did, or the way he made her feel, even remotely true? Or had he played her

Carmen awakened with a start, feeling a throbbing headache that seemed to threaten to split her head in two. The sound of the ocean and the shower running somewhere in the distance echoed in her ears, making the pounding in her head worse. She groaned and rolled over in the bed, pulling the covers over her head, hoping to block out the noise.But then she heard it again—the sound of the shower.Suddenly, her eyes flew open, wide as saucers. She sat up in her bed, panting heavily, trying to comprehend what was happening. She searched her surroundings frantically, only to feel a sense of relief wash over her when she realized she was in her own suite, and not in someone else’s room. Her mind was already clouded with a heavy hangover, and being in a stranger’s room would have added to her confusion.Despite this realization, there was still a puzzle to be solved: why was the shower running in the bathroom?Was it Simon who had turned it on?

Simon stormed into one of his private offices located in the lower decks, hidden away from the prying eyes of the public. The clacking of his dress shoes echoed through the silent hallway, and a burly security guard followed closely behind. The guard stationed at the door held it open for Simon to pass through, but Simon's demeanor was so intense that the guard instinctively took a step back.As soon as they were alone in the room and Simon was sure the door was securely shut, he turned to face the man and delivered a brutal punch to his face. The force of the blow sent the man reeling back, his body crumpling to the floor. Blood immediately gushed out of the man's nose, staining the carpeted floor.The man groaned in agony, holding his face and doubling over. "Fuck!" he cursed between gritted teeth, struggling to get back up. Simon towered over him, seething with anger.Gone was the composed and collected Simon, who normally exuded an air of calmness and contro

As the massive cruise ship finally docked at San Francisco's bustling pier after two long days at sea, Carmen felt an electric anticipation coursing through her veins. The air was thick with the salty scent of the ocean and the distant sound of seagulls calling out, beckoning her to explore the vibrant city that lay ahead. She couldn't wait to immerse herself in the pulsing energy of San Francisco, to taste its exotic flavors, to hear the beat of its music, and to experience the adventure that awaited her. However, wishful thinking was far from Carmen's mind. Ever since Simon had revealed the harsh reality of his world and the cost of her curiosity, she had been consumed by worry. He had given her some time to decide what she wanted—whether to continue pushing for answers or make peace with what she already knew. But the weight of the knowledge was heavy, and Carmen found it difficult to shake off the unease that had settled in her heart. Carmen felt like she was walking on a tightr

Carmen sat on the bench for what felt like hours, her mind in turmoil. Eventually, she made the difficult decision to leave the cruise. She couldn’t see any reason to stay, even though she wanted to know why Simon had done what he did. She was exhausted and done with everything that was going on around her. The constant hurt, betrayal, and lies had taken their toll, and she needed a break, a fucking break.Had it not been for Molly stopping her from boarding that flight, she would have been sitting contentedly with her dad. She wouldn’t have met Simon, and she wouldn’t be standing at this perplexing crossroads in her life. Now, her biggest problem was figuring out what she should do next. Should she simply accept whatever came her way as fate, or should she take action and ensure that those who had made her life miserable were held accountable?The uncertainty of her situation weighed heavily on her mind. She felt lost, trapped in a maze with no clear