All Chapters of Second Chances Under the Tree : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SEBASTIAN The satisfaction coursing through my veins was unlike anything I’d felt in weeks. Callie always knew how to drive me crazy, how to take me to the brink and pull me back just in time. But this time, as I watched her lean back, catching her breath with that teasing smirk on her lips, I couldn’t let it end there.Not when I knew how much she wanted me. Not when I could see it in the way her body trembled, how her chest rose and fell with unspoken need."Callie," I murmured,“Come here. Lie on the bed for me,” I said, my gaze steady on hers.For a moment, she just stared, her lips twitching as if she wanted to argue. But then, without a word, she stood and tugged her gown off, the fabric slipping down her body in one smooth motion.My breath hitched. God, she was stunning.She walked to the bed, moving slowly, as if she knew the effect she had on me. When she lay down, she parted her legs just enough to reveal her pink vertical lips between her thighs.I swallowed hard. “You’re

CALLIEMr Carlisle stood up slowly as he circled the desk and came to sit directly in front of me.The smug smirk on his face made my skin crawl. His gaze lingered far too long on me, sliding shamelessly from my face to my chest, and then lower.“You’re... quite striking,” he said. “I can see why Sebastian trusts you. You carry yourself well.”I sat up straighter, ignoring the implication in his tone. “Thank you, Mr Carlisle,” I replied, keeping my voice firm but polite.“Frank… my name is Frank,” he corrected, leaning forward slightly. “Please, Callie, no need for formalities. We’re going to be partners soon, after all.”He paused, letting the word partners hang in the air, dripping with double meaning. My stomach twisted in disgust, but I kept my expression neutral.“Alright, Frank,” I said coolly. “But I’m not entirely sure what you mean by ‘partners.’ Could you clarify?”His smirk deepened as if he thought my question was naive. “Come now, Callie. You’re not a child. You know exac

LUCAS I was barely holding it together. My thoughts were a jumbled mess as I sped through the city streets, weaving in and out of traffic with a single focus: Callie.Murder? Callie?None of it made sense. Callie wouldn’t hurt anyone, let alone kill them. And the details didn’t add up. She didn’t own a gun, didn’t even know how to use one. She’d walked into that office unarmed and walked out framed.Who would do this? And why?Whoever had done this knew exactly what they were doing. It wasn’t a random accusation… it was calculated, meticulous. Someone wanted her gone.But they underestimated me.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles white. “You picked the wrong person to mess with,” I muttered to no one in particular.The city blurred past me, and for a moment, I debated heading straight to the police station. But as much as I wanted to storm in and demand her release, I knew I needed a plan. Charging in blind wouldn’t help Callie, it would only make things worse.Th

LUCASThe rain fell in sheets, slamming against the windshield as I drove through the city, my grip on the steering wheel tight. It had been two weeks since Callie was locked up. Two weeks of sleepless nights, dead ends, and frustration clawing at my chest.Every lead I followed crumbled to dust. Whoever framed her had covered their tracks perfectly.I wasn’t used to failure, but this felt like sinking into quicksand.I needed Callie out. I needed her free.The thought of her in that cold, soulless cell…scared, isolated, sent another wave of anger surging through me. Callie was supposed to be with me, not rotting in some prison for something she didn’t do.I tightened my grip on the wheel, my jaw clenching as I pushed the car faster.Sebastian was another problem. His stubbornness was expected, but I’d handled him the way I had to. Taking his phone had been a necessary evil. He didn’t understand the risk of his reckless emotions. I couldn’t let him jeopardize my plans.I’d made sure s

CALLIEThe metallic clang of the police van’s door echoed in my ears as I was pulled out, my wrists aching from the cold steel cuffs biting into my skin. Two officers surrounded me, their grips firm on my arms as they guided me toward the courthouse steps.I kept my head up, refusing to let the cameras and curious stares make me feel smaller than I already did. The whispers were inevitable, the looks judgmental. But I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.As we entered the courtroom, my eyes immediately scanned the rows of seats. That’s when I saw him.Donovan.He sat in the second row. His lips curved into a smirk as he met my gaze, and my stomach churned. The audacity of him to show up here, the man who had killed Frank, his own brother, and left me to take the fall.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to look away. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my anger, my fear. He thrived on control, and I wouldn’t let him have