All Chapters of A Second Life With The Billionaire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Flashback.Luna stared down at the home pregnancy stick in her hand, her heart beating loud in her chest. The positive sign couldn’t be clearer, but just in case it wasn’t, Luna continued to stare at it to be certain. She couldn’t believe her eyes, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Sure, she had thought about it, about getting pregnant for Justin. After all, he was her husband. Even though he hadn’t exactly been acting like one for the duration they’ve been married. But all that wouldn’t have changed the fact that she could get pregnant for him, so she had thought about it.And in fact, she had more than thought about it, she had had hopes for it. She had had hopes that maybe, just maybe, the introduction of a new element into she and Justin’s relationship would help them. A baby, created by both of them. If that didn’t soften Justin’s attitude towards her, she didn’t know what will.So she had had hopes. But she hadn’t expected it to be this early. She and Justin had onl

Luna paced the floor of her office, fuming, spitting mad and boiling.“Who the hell does he think he is?!” she barked at Rita, who just blinked at the sudden noise.She was seated in the visitor’s chair in Luna’s office, where she had been for the past one hour as she listened to Luna’s rant. Rita closed her eyes, she put a finger in her ear, a little concerned about her ability to ever hear anything else other than Luna’s ranting ever again in her lifetime.“I’m sorry, am I boring you?” Luna demanded at Rita’s bored gaze.Rita sighed, she sat up in her seat. “No, I’m just wondering if my ears still work,” she replied glibly.Not amused, Luna glared at Rita. “Would you take this seriously?”Rita sighed again, “Apparently, they still do,” she murmured to herself. She clapped her hands and looked up at Luna. “Look, Luna, you know I’m always down to listen to you, I am always in your corner and I always support you. You know that.”“Doesn’t feel like it right about now,” Luna retu

Luna drove up to Justin’s house. It was 11PM, she had let Matt go home, she had driven from her office herself. When Matt had revealed who her sister’s secret boyfriend was, the conversation Luna had been dreading having with Justin had suddenly been pushed up to one she had to have tonight. The big ornate gates swung open as Luna guided her car up to them. Even though it was an hour close to midnight, the mansion Luna could see looming behind the gates up ahead didn’t look the least bit dark. Lights lit up the towering building, the doors, the windows, the pillars, down to the driveway. A huge water fountain spouted water into the wide surrounding well around it, and it too was lit up. Luna drove her car to the front of the house, she killed the engine, and just sat staring at the house for a minute. She finally got down from the car, she slammed the door and made her way towards the entrance. Seeing as nobody came to harass her for being on the property, Luna assumed Justin al

Luna shook her head automatically. “No, no, that is not what I came here to talk about,” she said. “Well, it’s what I want to talk about,” Justin said, his tone managing to sound both commanding and natural at the same time. “I came here to talk about my sister, you’re not going to just brush it aside like it doesn’t matter-” “I’m not brushing it aside like it doesn’t matter,” Justin interrupted. He started to walk away, Luna followed him, into the kitchen area. “It does matter, it just doesn’t matter to me like talking about our baby does.” Luna did a quick glance around at the impressive kitchen, but before she could start admiring the stunning countertop or the gleaming cupboards, she snapped herself back to the conversation at hand. “There is nothing to talk about when it comes to our baby,” she said through gritted teeth, sneering at the ‘our’, “I already told you, we’re not getting married.” “Yeah, and I didn’t agree with that,” Justin fired back. “You’re not cutting

A week later. It was moving day, Luna already had all her bags packed. Boxes were boxed up, stacked in the middle of her living room, her kitchen utensils and wine collection were still right where they always were. She wasn’t taking any of that, she was sure Justin had enough of wine collections for her to choose from, and his kitchen utensils would be state-of-the-art. She was only taking her clothes, and other necessities she couldn’t do without. Luna stood in the middle of her living room and just looked around. The room wasn’t sparse, because she barely took anything from there too, but still she felt like she had just packed up her entire life in those boxes. She stared at the boxes. Probably because she had, she thought to herself. Kitchen utensils and wine collections weren’t her life, not even her clothes and shoes. Her life was her essence, her mind, her head, her body, her soul. Those were what constituted her life, and she was moving it all to Justin’s home. She wa