Semua Bab A Second Chance With Mr Steele: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Emma's Point Of ViewThe car ride was cold, silent, and suffocating. The tension between Ryan and me was thick enough to slice through with a knife. He was fuming, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he maneuvered through the busy New York streets. I could still hear his angry voice from earlier, the arguments that put us at slight odds still echoing in my head like a song on repeat."You make it look like you're trying so damn hard to be proven innocent for Adrian!"That had been the final straw. I had slapped him across the face so fast, my palm still tingled from the impact."I will not stand here and let you speak to me like that! If you won't come with me, then I'll go alone!"Ryan, as stubborn as ever, had eventually caved and followed. Now, here we were, nearing the café where I was about to meet Adrian. I folded my arms across my chest, staring blankly out the window, but my mind was a storm of emotions. Anxiety, frustration, even a hint of relief. I wanted answers. I need

Adrian’s Point of ViewThe pain of Betrayal.It sat heavy on my chest like a fucking boulder, making it hard to breathe. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles turned white, but I didn’t care. The more I thought about it, the harder my foot pressed against the gas pedal. My mind was spinning, my heart hammering against my ribs. Ryan. That son of a bitch.To think Emma had trusted him, let him into their life, my daughter around him and this whole fucking time, he had been playing them like a goddamn fool. My mother’s words echoed in my head, each sentence slicing through me like a jagged blade:"Oh, Ryan? He was the man Celia set Emma up with at the club five years ago. The man who drugged her, had sex with her, took pictures, and sent them to you. We had no idea he turned up in Emma’s life again until Celia told me she saw him and feared he’d tell Emma the truth. But unfortunately for her, the bastard had his own plans. He wanted Emma. Maybe one night with her

Adrian’s Point of ViewThe moment I pulled into the driveway, I felt it. That suffocating weight pressing against my chest. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Celia’s car was still parked outside, sitting there like a goddamn reminder that I wasn’t free... not yet.I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my fury in check, but the anger was already flaring up inside me like an uncontrollable fire. I had given her and my mother clear instructions to be gone before I got back. My mother had obeyed, but of course, Celia never listened. She was too stubborn, too manipulative, too damn convinced that she could somehow still control me.Slamming the car door shut, I strode toward the house, my steps heavy with purpose. This needed to end. No more games. No more power struggles. No more Celia.As soon as I stepped inside, I spotted her in the living room, standing there like she owned the damn place. She was dressed in a silk robe, her hair perfectly styled as

Adrian’s Point of ViewMy mind ran wild as I drove out of the house, the only sound interfering with my thoughts were just the sound of the car engine. My hands gripped the steering wheels tightly as my knuckles turned as white as sheet. Lily sat in the backseat, her tiny hands clutching her backpack, while Paul, Naomi’s Son, gazed out the window, unaware of the storm that was brewing in my mind.“Daddy,” Lily’s soft voice broke through my thoughts.I glanced into the rearview mirror, locking eyes with her big, innocent ones. “Yes, princess?”She hesitated, her fingers playing with the strap of her bag. “When’s Mommy and Aunty Naomi coming home?”My chest tightened. God, how was I supposed to answer that? I forced a smile, even though my heart was heavy. “Very soon, baby. Mommy’s just… handling a little business. She and Aunty Naomi will be back before you know it.”Lily’s small head nodded, but her eyes told me she didn’t buy it. Kids... they always seem to know when you’re lying. I

Emma's Point of ViewThe Prison lights buzzed faintly above me, a dull hum that had become all too familiar in the past weeks. I sat on the edge of the cold, metal cot, twisting my fingers together, my heart racing with an unsettling mix of hope and dread. Today was my hearing, the day that would determine whether my life spiraled deeper into chaos or finally clawed its way back to normal.I glanced at the rusted clock on the wall in the hallway. Its slow, dragging ticks only heightened my anxiety. Every second felt like it was mocking me.The sharp jingle of keys snapped me out of my thoughts. A guard appeared at the cell gate, his eyes scanning the clipboard in his hands before calling out, "Emma Carter, you have a visitor."I blinked, surprised. "A visitor?" I echoed under my breath. My heart thumped painfully hard against my ribs as I stood, wiping my clammy palms against my jeans.“Let’s go,” the guard said gruffly.I followed him through the echoing corridors until we reached th