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A Second Chance CHAPTER 9
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO,Antonio Dante's povI glanced ahead of me. We had two more miles to go. I looked ahead at Lisa. I watched as her blonde hair dangled in the bright white lights laced around the house. Her body was covered in dirt. I reached for her arm but she shook it away and ran faster."Gosh, Lisa! Wait for me!"She jogged even further. Her long blue sleeves clung to her skin. I summoned all my strength to meet up and pulled her back."Hey," she yelled after me. I scrambled in front of her almost falling over.I finished a mile and looked back. She was panting. Her dress had been soaked in sweat. "Slowpoke!" I shouted. I could see her roll her eyes. I rushed forward to complete the rest of the mile. I turned to shout at her to hurry up. To signal her that dinner will be ready soon. And that father didn't like us to be late. But not too far away, I could see her on the grass. She held her ankle tightly. Her face pumped up like she was trying hard not to cry. Her eyes were sque
A Second Chance CHAPTER 10
Stella Romilly's povI sat in my office chair situated in my suite as I scrolled through houses to buy on the internet. I ended up not liking any of them. None of them looked like Antonio's. He had a very huge house. Almost like a hotel. The rooms were too many to count. There were long staircases and big balconies with the best of views.I didn't want his big mansion. I just wanted something similar to remind me of him. I can't let him go. I don't want to. My mind cast back to the time we married. The room he called ours. the feelings. The rush. The thrill. The excitement. His fingers on my skin. The butterflies he made me have. Oh, how his whispers made me melt.I took those thoughts off me, my body already reacting to his invisible touch. My fingers lightly tapped a website. It opened on a different tab and I scrolled, looking at many houses with similar styles.A thud on the table startled me. I looked up to see my assistant. She had a stern face as she placed the right amounts of
A Second Chance CHAPTER 11
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO, Antonio Dante's pov "Good news?"I almost squeaked. My father had never had any good news to tell for the last fifteen years of my life. "What good news?" I asked curiously. Nothing in this world could make my father happy. Or so I thought until this day. I glanced at the turkey again. Tall and proud. Hot juices spilled from its sides and my stomach growled without warning. "Now, now. The good news must wait," my father laughed merrily, his eyes, giving away every angle of happiness he was showing now. "You must eat something," he said before making to call the servant. "No father, "I protested. "I will dish the food for myself." I looked over to Lisa who had a nervous expression but still gave me the slightest smile. I ran my hands through my hair as I sat down, making notes to bathe as soon as I was done with my food. And of course, hearing the 'good news' my dad who barely smiled had to offer. I chewed on the food slowly, relishing its goodness while thin
A Second Chance CHAPTER 12
FIFTYEEN YEARS AGO, Antonio Dante's pov, I gasped as the cold water hit my skin. I had forgotten the weather was still cold. I turned off the shower abruptly, resting against the wall. I was sweating. panting even. I could barely breathe well. My father is a bad person My father is a bad person My father is a bad person As much as I tried to push those thoughts away, they kept coming back in waves and gushes of water. It was like cold air, infiltrating my senses most painfully. Allowing my nose to redden and my eyes to water. Here I was, thinking everything was normal in my family. My father had a great business. One that was not infamously lucrative but one that was respected and worth every ounce of good hard work put into it. Not one that dealt with depravity. I didn't even realize when my hand had connected with the activator. Didn't realize when I had pressed the cold button. Didn't even flinch once the cold water poured on my body. I was shivering. But not from the cold
A Second Chance CHAPTER 13
Stella Romilly's pov I sat at my dressing table staring at the mirror. I combed my brown hair backward and tied it tightly at the back of my head. I applied concealer on all of my blemishes and pimples that had started to appear out of nowhere. I grabbed my brightest shade of pink lipstick and applied it, pouting for added effect. I dipped my mascara multiple times into the pouch of black liquid before grazing it against my eyes. I turned myself on the chair I sat on and got up. I walked over to the curtains of my room and gushed it open allowing sunlight to fill in and bless my pale skin. I threw my white morning coat on the bed and searched my closet for a dress. I ended up picking a long white fitting dress. It was a halter dress with an open chest. I brushed off the folded parts on the linen and adjusted it watching how the slit when down to the surface of my breasts. I threw my long deep brown coat and paired it with matching deep brown stilettos. It seemed so long since I ha
A Second Chance CHAPTER 14
Antonio Dante's povI sipped tea as Lisa paced in my office scrambling for files. She stopped to look at me then continued skimming.“What are you searching for?” I asked, smiling. She bent down to pick a paper from the floor and then moved to fix it back in a file. “Evidence.”“Evidence?” I almost laughed.Her hands went over to her head and she started pulling her hair. “Don't!” I gasped. She paused, not even paying attention to me as she picked a box from my drawer. “Don't pull your hair, Lisa. It's gonna fall out.”Her mind was in a haze and she dropped her hands in surrender only to heed what I said then she continued.“Lisa, you need to calm down.”She blew her hair off her face, staring at me annoyingly. “I wonder how you are calm.”Her pupils darted around as she spoke, trying to navigate where the invisible piece of evidence was. “There is no evidence here,” I stated, putting my cup on the side table. Only then, did she listen.“What?”“We don't do evidences. We are n
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Stella Romilly's povPastSome truths are meant to be kept. For if lies can create chaos, what can truths with many letters do?It was my first day at school.It was my third school that month. I was always hoping for a change. A fresh start. A new life. For my past was nothing but an unending trauma which I had no hope of curbing.I fastened my little backpack on my back and walked into the school. I looked around. At the bright compounds. The green grass. The happiness felt in the air. Parents with their children. And I wondered.I wondered. Where was mine?I scanned the place and spotted the door where the apparent teacher stood, waving at the parents and guiding the kids in. I walked to that place and queued up, awaiting my turn. I saw how the bags of the kids were removed. Bags that contained lunch. And I wondered.I wondered. Where was mine?The faces of the kids were creased with joy. At the fact that they get to be in school to see their friends and have fun. I was me
A Second Chance CHAPTER 16
Stella Romilly's pov I parked my car somewhere in the shadows before getting out. I came out to take in fresh air and let my thoughts fly away in the meantime. I was wearing a mauve-coloured no-shoulder top with baggy black jeans held by silver belt chains. My shoes were black and I had stripped myself of all the jewelry I had on me. They were too heavy for fun. The heavy thumps of my shoes made their way in front of the club. The cold air blew on my bare chest and I immediately regretted wearing such a top. I was hit with blasts of music as I entered. The disco lights, familiar. I scrolled through the chaotic dancing bodies to the bar. The place I sat at earlier was empty so I sat there. My elbows rested on the table as I searched for someone. Someone with dark hair and green eyes. Dark hair and green eyes. Where was Michael? My eyes darted around the bar. I tried to see the furthest side but all I was met with was a bunch of clinking glasses and sounds of drinks being poured. S
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