All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE LAST CHANCE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“This isn’t real,” Mark muttered to himself, hoping that somehow saying it out loud would make it true. Lily laughed, a melodious sound that was both captivating and unnerving. “Oh, it’s very real, my love,” she said, stepping closer to him. “Yes, you did. You were all over me last night, touching me, kissing me… You couldn’t get enough. I have to admit, I enjoyed it too.” Mark felt like he was going to be sick. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t who he was, who he wanted to be. His thoughts spiraled out of control as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he had not only slept with a complete stranger but had also done so while thinking of someone else entirely—Amelia “Please,” Mark said, his voice thick with desperation, “whatever happened between us was a mistake. I don’t even know you.” Lily’s expression hardened slightly at his words, though she quickly masked it with a smirk. “A mistake, you say?” she echoed, her tone icy. “Well, sweetheart, that’s your prerogative. But

It had been over a week since Mark signed the document, and he was doing everything he could to stay out of trouble. He knew the consequences of crossing the line again with Amelia, so he kept his distance, even though it was hard. Every time he saw her, there was an urge to talk to her, to just have a simple conversation. But he couldn't. He was walking on eggshells, avoiding any situation that could bring Alexander’s wrath upon him once more. Mark's thoughts often drifted back to the days before everything had become so complicated. He would reminisce about how simple it used to be when he and Amelia could talk freely, laugh at inside jokes, and share moments without the looming threat of Alexander’s anger. Now, everything was different. The document he signed served as a constant reminder that his boundaries had been firmly set, and he was to stay within them. On a quiet Monday afternoon, while Mark was busy at work, Alexander and Amelia were enjoying a rare lunch date at one of

**"Hello, who is this?"** Amelia’s voice was calm, but there was a hint of irritation beneath her words. She had not expected this call, especially not from him. **"It's me, Mark,"came the hesitant reply. His voice sounded strained, almost desperate. **"Amelia, I...I needed to talk to you."** She immediately felt a surge of anger rise within her. **"What are you calling me for? Are you out of your mind?"** The words were sharp, each syllable laced with disbelief. Mark paused, trying to find the right words. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, confusion, and a love that had twisted into something he could no longer control. **"Yes, I'm out of my mind, Amelia,"** he finally admitted, his voice breaking slightly. **"Can't you see? I love you. I can't think straight anymore. Please, I want back my old Amelia, the one I could talk to, the one who made me feel like...like everything made sense."** Amelia was silent for a moment. She could hear the sincerity in his voice, the raw emo

Later that night, Amelia heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, but she didn’t care enough to go downstairs. It was as if the energy had been drained from her completely, leaving her with nothing but a hollow ache in her chest. She sat there on the bed, staring blankly at the movie playing on the screen. The bright, colorful scenes did little to lift her spirits. Instead, they only seemed to mock her with their cheerfulness, contrasting sharply with the storm brewing inside her. When Alexander walked into the house, he assumed Amelia was asleep. He moved quietly, his footsteps soft on the carpet as he made his way upstairs. He didn’t want to wake her, knowing how exhausting the past few days had been for both of them. But when he opened the door to their bedroom, he was surprised to see her sitting up in bed, her face illuminated by the flickering light of the television. She looked distant, her gaze unfocused, as if she was lost in a world far removed from the one aro

Chloe went downstairs, her mind saw things with anger frustration, emotions she could feel the resentment boiling up inside her. The thought of being sent back to Canada like some discarded object was unbearable. She wasn't going to take it quietly-no, she had to make them understand that she was a force to be reckoned with.As she walked through the dimly lit hallway. her eyes landed on the elegant art pieces that adorned the walls. Each piece was a symbol of the life Alexander had built- a life that Chloe had once been a part of, a life that she felt was being ripped away from her. Her lips curled into a bitter smile. If they thought they could just send her away without a fight, they were sorely mistaken.Without a second thought, Chloe grabbed the nearest vase, a delicate piece of art that had probably cost a fortune. and hurled it to the ground. The sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the house, a violent symphony of her anger. But she didn't stop there. She moved from