All Chapters of A Second Chance With Mr Steele: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Emma’s Point of ViewThe warm morning sun kissed my face as I stepped out of the car, the crisp winter air biting gently at my skin. I walked around to the passenger side, opening the door to help Lily out. Her curly hair bounced as she hopped out, her little hands clutching her lunchbox tightly.“Alright, baby girl,” I said, crouching to her level. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with excitement. “Be good today, okay? And don’t forget to eat all your lunch.”“I will, Mommy,” she said sweetly, throwing her arms around my neck. The scent of her strawberry shampoo comforted me, anchoring me in the moment. “Love you!”“Love you too,” I whispered, giving her a quick squeeze before she darted off towards the school gates. She waved back at me, and I stood there for a moment, watching her little figure disappear into the schoolyard.I turned to head back to my car, but a voice called out behind me. “Excuse me, Ms. Carter!”I turned to see Miss Lean, Lily’s teacher, approaching with a smile an

Emma's Point of ViewThe ballroom buzzed with the kind of energy only exclusive events could command. Yet, something about this one felt strangely familiar. The color scheme, the pristine organization, the subtle elegance, it all whispered of Steele Enterprise, though no one had explicitly said so. My stomach tightened, but I brushed the thought aside, focusing on my crew back stage.“Edith, come here for a second,” I called, waving my assistant over. She scurried up, tablet in hand, her brow furrowed with an anxious readiness I had come to rely on.“Yes, Ms. Carter?”“Did you get the name of the company hosting this event?” My voice was calm, but my instincts screamed for clarity.Edith swiped through her notes. “Uh, no, the form didn’t specify the company name. Just the contact person... Robert Dela Cruz.”Robert Dela Cruz. The name held no hint of familiarity, but I still couldn’t place the deja vu feeling. “Alright. Check on the caterers. Make sure the food and snacks are safely t

Adrian’s Point of ViewThe city stretched before me, a maze of towering buildings and blaring horns, but my mind was somewhere else, somewhere I had no business being. EmmaThat bastard. The two of them under the same roof, playing house like some fucking happy family. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white, the anger pulsing through me like a second heartbeat.I’d spent years convincing myself I didn’t care. That she was nothing but a ghost from my past. A lesson learned, a mistake I wouldn’t repeat. And yet, Just seeing her again, one damn picture had unraveled everything. The moment I saw her, smiling, looking at that man like he was her fucking everything, my blood boiled.The tires screeched slightly as I pulled into the underground parking of my company, my mood foul enough to turn the air toxic. The moment I stepped into the lobby, the usual greetings from employees felt like flies buzzing in my ears. I ignored them, my expression hard as stone.

Adrian’s Point of ViewI tapped my fingers against the polished conference table, barely registering the words spilling from the senior manager’s mouth. Something about profit margins, a quarterly report, whatever. None of it mattered right now. My eyes flicked to my wristwatch. 12:58 PM. Almost time. Almost.“Adrian?” Mr. Guerrero, my father in law and biggest investor's voice snapped me back. His sharp eyes pinned me in place. “Did you proofread this presentation? The figures don’t tally, and... ”My phone beeped. My 1 PM alarm.I shot to my feet, shrugging on my blazer. “I’m sorry, but I have to reschedule this meeting for tomorrow. Urgent matter.”Mr. Guerrero frowned. “Excuse me? Adrian... ”I was already out the door before he could finish.I had planned this down to the last second. Gabriella, my assistant, had cleared my entire schedule for the rest of the day. I had studied Lily’s school dismissal time, found out which teacher handled pick-ups, and even learned which gate mos

Emma’s Point of ViewBirthdays were supposed to be magical. They were meant to be filled with joy, laughter, and love. I had always believed that, maybe because I had clung to the warmth of childhood traditions for so long. My parents waking me up with a cake, Brandon barging into my room to be the first to wish me before his illness made that impossible. Those memories always resurfaced on this day, wrapping around me like a bittersweet embrace.As I sat up in bed, the wave of nostalgia was interrupted by the sound of my bedroom door creaking open. A tiny giggle followed, and before I could process it, Lily came bounding in, holding a small cupcake with a single candle sticking out from the center. Behind her, Ryan entered, carefully balancing a small breakfast tray, his smile easy and bright.“Happy birthday, Mommy!” Lily squealed, climbing onto the bed beside me.“Happy birthday, Em,” Ryan added, his voice softer, more intimate.A laugh bubbled up in my chest as I reached for my da