All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

[TWO WEEKS AGO]It felt like the aftermath of a week-long hangover.Ronin was completely out of sorts, his head heavy as if it were anchored to a rock, and his body unresponsive. Well, at least at first. But as soon as the thought of actual paralysis crossed his mind, he was quick to snap his eyes open and gave his fingers a little wiggle.Much to his satisfaction, his fingers not only twitched but his toes also seemed to be curling, too, as if reawakening from a deep slumber.A sense of relief washed over him as he realized his body was gradually returning to its usual state. It was as if his limbs had taken a temporary vacation and were slowly checking back in, one by one.Blinking up at the white ceiling, he realized he wasn’t in the suite anymore, and hearing the constant beeping in the room, he was quick to understand the setting he was in.The question was: who fou

Carmen Price.Did he just say Carmen Price?Of course, he did. Why else would she be in Miami, standing right in front of him?It felt like a joke, a cruel one that hit him square in the gut.Ronin’s frown deepened, his muscles coiling with tension. He turned to face the old man, who appeared to be smiling behind those seasoned lips as if he had accomplished something that seemed unachievable. Ronin had to hand it to him—the old man had managed to drop a bombshell that he wouldn’t easily forget.He gritted his teeth, his voice low and strained. “Care to have a word, Grandpa?”Grandpa Edgar’s smile didn’t waver as he looked at Ronin. “Of course, my boy.”Ronin motioned towards another room, his frustration and confusion evident in his body language. He led the way, his mind spinning to make sense of the sudden twist

[PRESENT]Carmen woke up to her usual morning alarm, stretching out her arms and suppressing a yawn that threatened to escape her mouth. Getting out of bed, she ambled straight to the bathroom, returning after a quick, soothing shower.However, the moment she marched out of her bedroom and into the living space, her gaze fell upon the man on the couch, and for a second, she lost her footing.“Oh, shit!”The surprise arrival of Ronin the previous night had completely slipped her mind.Carmen checked the time on the wall clock and almost choked. “How did I forget this?”Shaking her head, she rushed up to where Ronin slept on the couch, which seemed to barely fit his large frame. She ignored the little flutter her heart did at the sight of him, at his sleepy posture, and touched his shoulder. “Ronin. Wake up. You’re going to be late.”Ronin stirred in his sleep, groggily blinking

The man who walked through that door after thirty minutes of long and anxious wait was not someone either Ronin or Carmen had expected.“Dad?” Ronin was quick to jump to his feet, his eyes bulged out in surprise, his mouth slightly open, confused—the moment the door to Carmen’s office swung open.Eddie Logan halted where he was, his big dark eyes scanning the room for the sound that he had no doubt belonged to his son. His broad shoulders seemed to slump with relief. His eyes moved across the room, searching for Ronin. Finally, when he found him standing near the couch to his right, he sighed, a mixture of fatigue and concern in his expression. “Ah, thank God, you’re still here,” the man exclaimed, his chest rising and falling in a deep sigh. “I thought I missed you.”“I don’t understand,” Carmen mumbled, more to herself than anyone. Her own dark eyes had widened to the size of golf balls, t

When Ronin and Jasper reached the address that the detective had sent them two hours later, after their conversation at the club, they weren’t prepared to find themselves in the middle of practically nowhere. The barren landscape stretched before them, a desolate expanse of cracked asphalt and faded yellow lines. Ronin’s uncertainty about this part of the city deepened. He glanced around, searching for any familiar landmarks, but found none. It was as though they had entered a forgotten corner of the metropolis, a place lost to time. The ghostly remnants of ambition lingered in the form of half-constructed buildings, their skeletal frames reaching for the sky like abandoned dreams. Warehouses loomed like silent sentinels, their windows shattered and their doors hanging askew. A heavy silence enveloped the area, broken only by the distant whisper of the wind rustling through forgotten debris. The roads, long and cracked, stretched into the unknown, disappearing into a