Semua Bab Second chance with the Billionaire : Bab 1 - Bab 10

My head hurt by the time I got up. Talon’s hands were wrapped around my waist. If he wasn’t sleeping, I would have totally freaked out. I tossed and turned all night. Coupled with the fact that the bed was tiny. This wasn’t the luxury I was used to. But I was getting a hang of it. I promise. It's only a temporary fix and I’ve been incredibly lucky that Talon agreed to share his tiny apartment with me. What would I do without him? Putting up with the cramped conditions is the small price I have to pay to feel the familiarity of a good friend. A divorce is never easy when you’re divorcing a billionaire. Things tend to take longer than a normal couple’s divorce. It all made my head spin when we were going through the process. Managing my single life, staying knowledgeable in my small company’s finances and trying to be a good friend to Talon was enough to make anyone’s head ache.Thankfully, Mihir- my husband had finally signed the papers. Even if it all came too easy, I don’t mind. At

My knees give away immediately. The sight of blood almost makes me gag, but nothing is going to come out of my throat. I curve into a ball, with my knees beneath my chin.What did I just do?The blood continues streaming down the tarred road, painting the ground in red.I feel Mihir squat down to my level. He touches my hair, taking it away from my face. I flinch from the feel of his hands. I’m no longer on the road. I’m in the basement. The dark basement where Mihir punishes me.“You see what you’ve done?” he asks.“I’m sorry,” I say continuously. He touches my hair.“Look at you. It feels so good to see you on your knees after a while. Now, get up.”I stand up immediately and I’m back on the road. A small crowd has started forming.“Do you need help to sort it out?”I feel helpless. I know I shouldn’t be accepting any help from him. But I do. Because I’m helpless. Lord knows what he’s going to tell the police. They would arrest me. He has the money to do so. Talon and I would never

My reputation is at stake as Mihir and I go through what I’m supposed to tell the press. The home phones have been blowing up, ringing nonstop. I’ve asked MaryAnne to disconnect all the wires. He gives me all the details, somewhat disinterested in whatever I’m going to say there. The press needs to know that I’m coming back to stay with my husband while we plan our perfect wedding for the second time.His hands are locked in mine as we both stare at the journalist.“It feels so good watching both of you come back together,” she says, beaming. “Is there a reason why both of you separated in the first place?”Mihir squeezes my hand, making me talk at once. “All couples need space. We thought that was what we needed. We just didn’t know that we would need space to the extent of actually getting a divorce. We probably got back to our senses and got back together.”Mihir nods his head in approval. One wrong move, and I could get my first night in the basement since I got back.The journa

Mihir drives into Talon's garage in rage and alighted. He walked towards the big front door and banged it as hard as he could. Mihir felt the urge to kick the door and break it to shreds, but he kept his cool. Talon, who was sulking in the living room, heard the banging of the door and grumbled before going to open it. He didn't peek through the keyhole to know who was there as he just opened the door. The first blow landed on his stomach, and he staggered backward in pain. He raised his head after the pain decreased and stared at the man who was staring at him with ice-cold eyes."What the hell man," he muttered under his breath.Mihir walks into the room and clicks his tongue in disgust, staring at the cramped apartment.His study was times three of what Talon called a sitting room. With the worn-out couches roughly placed by the corner. There was an old black and white TV stationed on the left side of the room, which was covered with a shawl. Probably because the TV was worn out a

Heather held the balcony with trembling fingers. The words on the paper felt like a cold whisper in her ear:"Be careful who you accept as true. He is much more aware than you suspect."Her mind raced as she reread it. Who had sent it? Did they mean Mihir? Was someone looking at her? The mansion felt extra like a prison with each passing second. She looked across the room, checking the shadows for motion, her heart thudding like a drum. She felt shiver run down her spine as she stared around. She didn't know who to suspect or any hint of who had sent the message. MaryAnne had left in advance to deliver the message to Talon. Heather hoped and prayed her loyal maid might be careful. If Mihir found out, there could be no mercy. Mihir would make sure he punished her for disobeying him and getting to Talon without his notices. She hoped MaryAnne would act fast and get to Talon without Mihir noticing. She was already scared of Mihir as it is. She didn't want him to do more harm to her mor