All Chapters of A Second Chance With Mr Steele: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Adrian's Point Of View Waking up felt like climbing out of a foggy abyss. My head pounded like a drum, the aftermath of too much whiskey and too many regrets. The morning light was merciless, seeping through the heavy curtains and stabbing at my eyes. But none of that mattered. As soon as my mind stirred awake, her words slammed into me like a freight train."Adrian, I’m leaving first thing tomorrow morning."The memory hit me so hard, I bolted upright. Panic clawed at my chest. She couldn’t leave. Not after everything. Not after she promised me forever. I swung my legs off the bed, ready to race to her room and beg her to stay if I had to, again.But then, I froze.There, curled up on the other side of the bed, was Emma.My breath hitched, and my heart thudded in my chest as relief coursed through me. She was still here. Her dark hair spilled over the pillow in soft waves, her lashes fluttering lightly against her cheeks. My chest tightened at the sight of her, peaceful and warm, li

Emma’s Point of ViewThe laughter bubbled up from deep within me, light and carefree as I watched the protagonist on-screen tumble into another hilarious predicament. Curled up on the couch, popcorn in hand, I savored this rare day off. The house was silent, save for the occasional rustling of leaves outside, and I relished the peace. Sara, our cook, had her day off too, leaving me alone to unwind.But peace, as I should’ve expected, was fleeting.The doorbell rang.I frowned, glancing at the clock. Adrian wouldn’t be back until the next two hours, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. The bell chimed again, this time more impatiently. Annoyed, I paused the movie and stood up, muttering under my breath."Hold your horses, I’m coming!" I called, making my way to the door.I opened it to a smiling face I never wanted to see again... Celia.Her smile widened, her eyes alight with mischief, and in that moment, I knew this wasn’t a casual visit. My own smile vanished.“What are you doing here?” I

Adrian's Point Of ViewThe tension in the air was thick enough to choke on as I stormed down the hall, my footsteps reverberating like thunder against the wooden floors. I shoved the door to Emma's new room open with enough force to rattle the hinges. There she was, sitting on the edge of the tiny bed like she was the queen of the damned world. The sight of her, defiant and unbothered, ignited something primal in me.She jumped, startled by my entrance, but her expression quickly hardened into that maddening mask of defiance. “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be in the damn kitchen making me breakfast?” I spat, my tone dripping with venom.“If you want breakfast, ask your dear lovely Celia to make it. I’m not your maid,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. My jaw clenched.I felt my temper snap. “Yes, you are my maid, Emma. My slave, remember? You owe me five hundred thousand dollars for your damn brothers medical bill, and you will work off every damn ce

Emma’s Point Of ViewThe café was alive with its usual hum of chatter and clinking coffee cups. The smell of freshly brewed coffee swirled in the air, blending with the sweetness of pastries fresh out of the oven. It was the kind of setting I once found comforting, but now, it was merely a distraction from the chaos in my mind. I have been working here for almost a month now, I was carrying a tray to a customer when Sarah, one of my colleagues, rushed toward me, untying her apron."Emma, could you fill in for me? I have an emergency," she said hurriedly.“Of course,” I replied, giving her a tight smile. It wasn’t like I had anything better to do.Sliding into her role, I carried out a plate of pastries and a steaming cup of coffee, placing it in front of one of our regulars. He gave me a smile and said, “The usual, huh?”I nodded politely “Enjoy, sir,” I responded with another tight smile before retreating behind the counter.As I set up the next order, I suddenly felt the world aroun

Emma's Point of ViewThe sharp trill of my alarm pierced through the afternoon heat, glancing at my phone it was barely two hours left for us to get this place breathtakingly ready. It was another day like every other, another event to manage. I had appeared in my crisp royal blue shirt and tailored black trousers, tying my hair in a sleek ponytail as I navigated through the list of things to do effortlessly.“Rachel!” I yelled, stepping into the garden square where my team was bustling about. The afternoon sun poured over the tables and decorations we had carefully set up. “Rachel, hold the cake properly! If that topples, we’re all doomed!”Across the square, Martin was wrestling with the banner. “Move it to the right!” I hollered. “No, the other right. Okay, forget it—stay put, I’ll help.”As I sprinted toward him, I felt a small tug on my skirt. I glanced down to see my daughter, Lily, her wide brown eyes peering up at me with a mix of curiosity and seriousness. “Mommy,” she said s