A Second Chance: The Billionaire's Quest for Forgiveness

Heather Rynn, the president of the Warner Group, had been away on a business trip for five days. Rather unusually, he didn't take his assistant Prisley with him this time. Perhaps the span of those few days apart had amplified his yearning for her, as he stepped back into the office, he had her pinned against the wall, his lips crashing onto hers with a ferocity that was both startling and intoxicating.Their bodies tangled together on the bed in a seemingly endless passion. Heather's kisses were a torrent, cascading down Prisley's body in a relentless stream, igniting a subtle current that coursed through her veins, leaving her breathless with desire.With one swift thrust, he was fully inside her. He leaned into her, his voice a mere whisper against her ear, "Did you miss me?" His voice was a rich baritone, a seductive melody that seemed to vibrate through her, making her shiver in anticipation.All she could manage was a vague sound, a soft whimper that was lost in the heated atmos

"I don't want to understand, and I don't care."Heather's words dripped with elegant indifference as he adjusted his tie, striding out the door."Off to a meeting," he added dismissively without a backward glance.Prisley clutched her folder, a few tears escaping. She quickly wiped them away with a tissue, pulling herself together in seconds. She put on a facade of confidence as she followed, though inside she felt shattered.Her lips were slightly swollen, the taste of blood lingering. Prisley blinked hard, forcing back the hint of redness in her eyes.In the conference room sat the company's top brass. Heather's brother, Vice President David, looked at Heather arrogantly as he entered."Heather, you're late," David sneered.Heather raised an eyebrow but didn't acknowledge him, taking his seat in the middle.Prisley followed behind, nodding slightly at David as she gestured at her wristwatch."Mr. Rynn, we have 30 seconds before the meeting officially begins." She wouldn't allow her b

"Prisley, you don't have to go tonight." Heather said, his tone heavy with melancholy."Why not? You already agreed with Steve."Heather drew her closer, his embrace tightening. "I just... don't want you to go." He confessed, his gaze softening, a hint of vulnerability quite different from his previous icy cold.Caught off guard by this rare display of emotion from Heather, Prisley felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Despite being together for four years, she had rarely seen this side of him.Leaning into his chest, she was about to offer words of comfort when Heather abruptly released her, his gaze once again veiled in frost."You can go now." He walked out of the office, leaving Prisley behind.Back at her own desk, Prisley couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion. This man... he had been tender and affectionate moments ago, but now he seemed distant and cold.She sighed, trying to make sense of it all.Meanwhile, Heather struggled with his own confusion. The reason of Prisley's

Heather froze, the heat in his body plummeting instantly, the flames in his eyes extinguished, replaced by a coldness like an Arctic glacier. Prisley couldn't help but shiver.He was used to being on a pedestal, adored by all - when had he ever been subjected to such ridicule?For four years, Prisley had been completely subservient to him. No matter how angry he became or how unreasonable his demands, she had always complied without question. And now she dared to defy him?His face darkened like a storm cloud. He looked at Prisley, her innocent and beautiful face devoid of its usual compliance, now resembling an angry cat baring its teeth and claws."Very well, fulfill the contract. Perfect!" he gritted his teeth.Heather quickly dressed and planted a cold, heavy kiss on Prisley's lips before turning and leaving.The room, once filled with a lingering sense of ambiguity, now felt empty and cold, leaving Prisley with a shiver down her spine.She pressed the back of her hand to her sligh

Prisley has always been careful about contraception; it's one of the clauses in the contract.She recalls that about five weeks ago, when Heather was unusually passionate one day, he came for her on a weekend. They made love from day to night and ran out of condoms. The last half of the passionate day was unprotected and wild.The next day, they were both busy with a business trip, and Prisley forgot to take emergency contraception. Retracing the timeline, that would have been about the time Filla announced her return.Prisley didn't know whether to be happy or sad. She ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at it in frustration."Damn, how could I have missed that day?"At 26, with her career just starting to take off, she wanted to achieve something in her professional life as well. Having a child at that time didn't seem quite right.And she wasn't sure if Heather wanted children. His cold and distant nature made it difficult to imagine his reaction to hearing this news. And his