BILLIONAIRE'S SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE

“Madam, dinner is ready!” Suzzy, the head maid, entered Carmen’s room to remind her. The maid, who was in her late forties, quietly tapped on the door with a concerned look on her face. Carmen nodded. She had just completed packing for her flight the next morning. Even so, there was nothing in the bag she had received from the Logans. Carmen’s mother-in-law may have accepted her and showered her with presents and affection, but Ronin’s indifferent attitude was a permanent reminder that she was only a substitute. Whatever anyone gave her as his wife, it wasn’t hers to claim. She wondered if Ronin would be there to see her off… She then shook her head. Why was she letting such irrational hopes to occupy her mind? If his reaction this morning was any indication, he was eager to see her leave. He just wanted to get rid of her as quickly as possible. “I’ll be there in a minute. Have you spoken to Ronin? He’s got to be in his—” “Sir has already left, madam. He said he’ll have dinner o

It was barely 11 in the morning when Ronin stormed into the office chamber of his elder brother and tossed a file in his face.“What the heck are you trying to accomplish?”Erik Logan cast a lazy glance at Ronin and the paperwork on the table before returning to his laptop. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”“I think you know damn well what this is about.” Ronin snarled, leaning on the table and glaring at his brother, jaw clenched. “Stop pretending oblivion!”Erik groaned internally, eventually setting the laptop to the side, leaning back in his chair, and giving his younger brother undivided attention. “I’m not pretending to be anything, Ron,” there were times Erik wished to smack that needless attitude out of his younger brother, but this was not the time to lose patience. The entire day was ahead of him and he couldn’t risk destroying the mood. “You’re the one talking in riddles. I wouldn’t be this clueless if you spoke like a normal person. Have you thought about that?”The

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Molly asked, her voice breaking, as they pushed through the sweaty and sloppy crowd of club Euphoria, one of the city’s most premium venues.Carmen had no clue if it was, a good idea that was. The only reason she could think of for dragging her best friend to a place like this—one that had never been a part of her life—was that she wanted to try something new but didn’t want to do it alone.However, the truth about gathering such audacity wasn’t far from making her feel a tad guilty. After the encounter with Jenna and Ronin two days ago, Carmen felt the need to prove something. She was yet to understand what exactly the need was (and what it really meant to her), but what she could put together with the anxiousness and desperateness twisting knots in her stomach surely had something to do with her ability to move on.If Ronin was under the impression that she wasn’t done with him just as much as he was with her, she was eager to prove him so darn wr

“I think I’m about to cry,” Molly pouted as she looked at Carmen in the mirror, her eyes already ready for the waterworks. “I feel like my heart might combust if I looked at you any longer,” then, her eyes lit up and a grin crept across the corner of her lips. “So just imagine what that would do to Mr Walsh?!”Carmen’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Just hearing the way Molly so dramatically and teasingly took his name, did something funny beneath her chest, a knot loosening and setting some incredibly excited butterflies free in her stomach. She turned around to see her closest friend standing at the doorway, as Suzan, the makeup artist, packed her belongings and prepared to leave.“I bet Mr Walsh won’t be able to keep his hands off her tonight,” Suzan said with a smirk, as Carmen felt pinpricks all over her neck and down her spine. “And if

There were times like these when Carmen wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. She wasn’t carrying her phone directly in her hand, which was just so unfortunate because it could be used as a way to distract herself or to appear distracted to others.When Simon’s car pulled up at the docks, she had been way too nervous about the media snapping pictures outside to really care about the phone that she had subconsciously slipped into her rhinestone clutch. And due to the lack of it, now she was forced to busy her eyes gazing at the laughing and giggling crowd around them, the champagne bubbling up the glasses and the same glasses being clinked and raised in the air.Before joining the party on the deck, however, Simon had led her to a room.“I have a surprise for you,” he said to her before turning around and twisting the knob. As the door opened, it revealed the most gorgeous suite she had ever laid eyes on.The room itself was