All Chapters of Another Chance At Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adele PovI had to hold on to the banister to stop me from crashing down the stairs. Shaken, I turned to see Karen glaring at me."You went to see my boyfriend didn't you?" She barked bitterly."What is your problem?" I demanded. "Are you trying to kill me?""Yes. Hopefully I will succeed you slut! You think you can waltz in here and take what's mine!""I am not doing this with you Karen. If you have a problem speak to dad.""Don't tell me what to do you-""What the hell is going on?" Dad asked. We turned to see him standing at the foot of the stairs. "This isn't over bitch." Karen hissed at me and marched upstairs."What was that about?" Dad asked me."Nothing Dad." I said and headed to my room, shaking with the knowledge that Karen had tried to kill me. If I hadn't grabbed the banister I would have ended up at the bottom of the stairs with broken bones. I prayed I would survive the remaining few days before I went back to Palo Alto. **

Adele's Pov“You shouldn’t have accepted it!” Rachel said for the fiftieth time. Jay and I had gone to see her the day after we returned. She was eager to hear all the details, but I waited till we were alone in the kitchen before I told her about my engagement because I knew she would be pissed and would explode, not caring whether or not Jay was there. And she was pissed alright. “How could you even think of agreeing to such a stupid thing?” She demanded. “It was the only way to help my family.” I explained. “The family that threw you out and wanted nothing to do with you? The family that mocked and insulted you? Come on Adele! They are using you! Why can’t you see that?” “They need my help Rachel. Dad could go to jail.” I said softly. “So you are going to sacrifice your own happiness for them by marrying some guy you know nothing about? ” She asked. “Well." I paused thinking about what had happened between Dan and I in his study. I remembered the feel of his dick against m

Adele's Pov Chris Richards smiled at me. “Well since you live here I guess I came to see you.” He said. “Wait, how did you know where I live?” “You told us the name of the interior design company you work for at dinner the other day. So it wasn’t hard. I had a little trouble because I was looking for Adele Turner instead of Clair Taylor. You took your mom's name?” “Yes. Sorry if it made thing difficult.” “That’s okay.” He looked down the long corridor. “This is a very nice corridor but I would prefer to come in.” I flushed in embarrassment and stood aside to let him in. “Your son is asleep?” He asked looking round the untidy room. I nodded. “Sorry for the mess I was packing.” I guessed why he had come and decided to go straight to the point. “I know why you are here. It is because of the photo that’s all over the net. I am really sorry. I never meant to embarrass you and it isn’t what you think but it doesn’t matter. Your son deserves better. All I ask is

Adele’s Pov It was my wedding day. I was in my bedroom with a professional makeup artist and hairstylist, both of whom were getting me ready to walk down the aisle. “You look really amazing!” The makeup artist said after she was done. She held a mirror in front of me so I could confirm it. I nodded. “Yes.” I said quietly. “Now it is my turn.” The hairstylist, who had been patiently waiting for her to finish, said coming forward. She styled my hair then held the mirror in front of me again. I was stunned to see how different I looked. “I look really good. Thank you.” I said and meant it. Both women surveyed me proudly. They had done a great job, not surprising considering the huge sum they were being paid, thanks to Chris who had a spent a fortune on the wedding without blinking. Jay skipped into the room. He had been downstairs with Marie. He stopped when he saw me and a smile lit up his handsome face. “You look really beautiful mommy. Just like a princess.”

Breakfast that morning was awkward. They sat across each other in the hotel restaurant, pretending to concentrate on their food as a way to avoid looking or talking to each other. Dan had spent all morning racking his brain, trying to remember what had happened last night. He had awaken from a deep sleep with a hangover and no memory of anything. When he’d knocked on the bathroom door he had assumed Adele was in there taking a shower, but when he had seen her torn dress, wild hair , bruised neck, and frightened eyes he knew he had done something wrong. This wasn’t the first time he had been drunk and violent. It had happened may times before. Thanks to the power of Chris Richards it had been hushed up. But he had never attacked a woman. Now he had attacked a woman who was now his wife and on their wedding day. He had a lot of questions but was scared to ask. He didn’t want to hear the answers. He had to get this problem under control. He had done it once he would do it again,