All Chapters of The Heirs Second Chance At Forever.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

[Gabrielle’s POV]When I return to Trent’s home in the evening, I’m exhausted and only want to sleep, but the minute a delicious scent hits my nose, my stomach grumbles and steers me toward the kitchen, where Trent stands plating up what looks like chicken and green beans.“Hungry?” He calls over his shoulder, sensing me. “Come have a seat.”Nodding, I do as instructed, plopping down at a table and waiting until he places a plate in front of me. Immediately, my mouth begins to water, and I’m digging in before he can even take his place across from me. But when a soft chuckle escapes him, I stop and lift my gaze to find him watching me.“What?” I ask, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”“Was just enjoying the show.” He responds, grabbing a bottle of champagne and offering it to me.“Please,” I announce, not minding having something to take the edge of the day off a bit. Once he finishes pouring, I take a long gulp.“Something happen?” Trent ask

[Gabrielle’s POV]Later, after a quick change, I sit in the front seat of Trent’s car as he silently drives, heading toward the doctors, which he insists I should be seen by. Although I thought it was absolutely ridiculous that he was going this far, I was finding he was stubborn when he wanted something. It was nothing like when we were kids, and he would back down easily.“Don’t stare at me like that,” he chuckles now, snapping me back to reality.“I don’t know what you mean.” I counter, blushing ever so slightly. “Who was looking at you?”“The stubborn woman in my passenger seat,” he chuckles, placing a hand on my thigh and giving it a squeeze.However, instead of removing it once he has finished squeezing, he leaves it in place, and despite him doing such an intimate thing, I don’t argue or try to knock it off. In a way, it is comforting to have his touch there, confirming once again that he really was here with me after being gone for so many years.You’re too easy. I huff inward

[Trent’s POV]I’m sitting in a familiar kitchen, in front of a familiar kitchen. My mother stands in front of the stove cooking, and my stepsister Trudy sits across from me coloring. I remember this moment vividly, as it was the day that my life changed completely. However, I don’t understand why I’m here or why I’m reliving this when all I could remember was Gabby’s scared face as she screamed for me before my world went dark.Feeling my heart kick up speed, I jump up from where I’m sitting and rush outside, where I find a teenage Gabby waiting for me.“About time,” she huffs, hoisting her bag over her shoulder. “I was beginning to think you went on without me.”As she talks, she lifts a hand and brushes her hair down in an attempt to hide finger-shaped bruises on her neck. This was a habit of hers when her father would be too drunk and take his anger out on her and her mom, but no amount of begging convinced her to let me call the police as she feared that her father would really do

[Gabrielle’s POV]My fault. Was he really saying that his kidnapping me like this was my fault? What the hell was this man smoking, and why did I not notice that he was crazy?Because he did a damn good job of tricking me. I think inwardly. Did this mean that I was a horrible judge of character? First, Trent, and now Gregory.No. Trent was nothing like Gregory. It was cruel to him to even compare him like that. And even if Trent unintentionally hurt me emotionally, he would never hurt physically, but I was so certain that Gregory wouldn’t.“Can’t you see?” Gregory says, drawing me back to the present. “If you just stayed with me, then none of this would have happened.”For a moment, I’m not sure who he is trying to convince of this himself or me.“Can’t you see she’s scared?” he buddy calls, though he isn’t doing anything to help me. “I think you should tone it down a bit.”As he speaks, his gaze comes to rest on me, and when it starts to travel up and down my body, I know exactly wha

[Trent’s POV]Murmuring drifts in and out of my haziness, slowly rousing me until I can pry my eyes open enough to stare up at the dark roof of my hospital room. For a moment, I just stare as everything that happened before I passed out again comes back to me, and before I can stop myself, I’m sitting up.“Gabby!”Her name escapes me, causing a coughing fit that damn near kills me until someone is passing me a cup of water. Not hesitating, I take it and bring its straw to my lips so I can take a few long gulps until the itching in my throat has stopped.“Thanks,” I rasp, feeling a wave of relief that the breathing tube is no longer there. “I appre…”I don’t finish my words as I take in the one who handed me the drink and feel a wave of relief slam into me.“Hey,” Gabby smiles as I just stare at her. “Good morning.”For a moment, I don’t speak; I just simply stare, wondering if what I was seeing was real or a figment of my imagination given the situation before I was knocked out.“Are