All Chapters of Grass to Grace: Second Chance Wealth: Chapter 11
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You May Leave
Her heart dropped into her stomach.She hesitated.“He was…” She swallowed. “…a failure. Poor. Ambitionless.”Alex nodded slowly.“I see.”He stood up.The sound of his chair sliding back echoed sharply in the room.He walked toward her.Rachel’s knees trembled.He stopped directly in front of her, towering over her.“This company values integrity,” Alex said quietly. “And I value loyalty.”He paused, then asked calmly, “Do you recognize me?”Rachel’s face drained of color.“I… I don’t understand what you mean,” she whispered.“I am Alex Wilson,” he said clearly.The room erupted into shocked gasps.Rachel’s world collapsed.Her legs nearly gave out as memories, shame, and regret slammed into her all at once.“You’re lying…” she whispered.Alex looked at her with cool indifference.“We were married for three years,” he said. “You cheated on me. You humiliated me. You asked me to kneel.”Each word cut deeper than the last.“I signed the divorce papers without hesitation,” Alex continue
Find Out Everything About Him
Rachel didn’t know how long she stayed on the ground.The cold marble floor seeped through her thin skirt, sending chills through her body, yet she barely felt it. Her ears rang nonstop, drowning out the noise of the busy lobby around her. Footsteps passed by. Some slowed. Some stopped. Others whispered shamelessly.“Is that her?”“That’s the ex-wife.”“The one who cheated on the CEO?”Each word pierced her heart like a needle.Her once carefully maintained dignity had been torn apart in front of the entire world.Rachel struggled to sit up, her arms weak, her body trembling as if all her strength had been drained. Her handbag lay open beside her, its contents scattered across the floor—lipstick, documents, her phone.Her phone.She grabbed it desperately, her fingers shaking so badly she nearly dropped it again. Without thinking, she dialed the one number that had always made her feel secure.“Michael… please pick up,” she whispered hoarsely.The call rang.Once.Twice.Finally, it c
What's Funny?
The television screen flickered endlessly in the dimly lit room.The same news clip played again.“CEO Alex Wilson publicly rejects cheating ex-wife.”Liam Wilson sat slouched on the leather sofa, one leg draped over the armrest, his fingers twitching restlessly. The glow of the screen reflected in his green eyes, making them appear sharp, almost feral.He tilted his head slowly.Then he smiled.It wasn’t a warm smile. It was crooked, unnatural—like something had twisted inside him long ago and never quite healed.“So that’s you,” Liam murmured. “Alive… successful… standing where I should be.”He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes glued to Alex’s face on the screen. Calm. Composed. Untouchable.The sound of glass clinking broke the silence.Emilia stood near the bar, pouring herself a drink. She wore a silk robe, her hair loosely tied, her expression composed yet calculating.“You’ve been watching that for over an hour,” she said coolly. “You’ll burn a hole in the screen
Next Time? I Won't Miss
Rain poured from the sky as if the clouds had split open.Thick droplets slammed against the windshield, blurring the city lights into streaks of white and gold. Inside the car, the rhythmic swish of the wipers was the only sound cutting through the tense silence.Alex sat in the backseat, his posture relaxed, tablet resting on his knee. His eyes moved steadily across financial reports, graphs, and security briefings, but his mind wasn’t fully on the numbers.Something felt off.Not fear—Alex had lived with fear long enough to recognize it. This was sharper. More deliberate.The driver, a seasoned professional with over ten years of experience, kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road.“Sir,” the driver said cautiously, “the weather’s getting worse. We may need to slow down.”“Maintain control,” Alex replied calmly. “Not speed.”The driver nodded.They were halfway across the elevated highway when it happened.A sudden metallic snap echoed beneath the car.“
Click Click. Eyes!
The street outside Leah’s restaurant was quieter than usual.Most of the nearby shops had already closed, their metal shutters pulled down with a dull finality. The neon sign above her restaurant flickered softly, casting broken reflections onto the wet pavement below.Leah locked the door carefully, tugging twice on the handle to make sure it was secure.It had been a long day.Her body ached from standing for hours, her shoulders tight from stress she couldn’t quite explain. Since the blind date incident and the photos that spread online, customers had increased—but so had the stares, the whispers, and the unwanted curiosity.She pulled her coat tighter around herself and stepped off the curb.Click. Click.Her heels echoed softly against the pavement.Then—Another sound.A second set of footsteps.Leah frowned slightly but didn’t stop walking.New York was never quiet. People walked everywhere. Hearing footsteps behind her shouldn’t have meant anything.Still… her chest tightened.
Blood On The Street
Night fell heavily over the city.Streetlights flickered on one by one, casting long shadows across the pavement. The air was damp, thick with the scent of rain and exhaust fumes. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed briefly before fading away.Leah stood outside the mansion’s front gate, hugging her coat tightly around herself.“I can’t stay locked inside all day,” she said softly.Alex stood a few steps away, his expression unreadable. “You’re not locked in. You’re protected.”Leah shook her head. “That’s not the same thing.”She had insisted on returning briefly to her restaurant to retrieve some documents and personal belongings. After hours of arguing, Alex had finally agreed—on one condition.He would personally accompany her.The black car idled quietly at the curb.“Five minutes,” Alex said. “We go in, get what you need, and leave.”Leah nodded. “I promise.”They got into the car.The restaurant was closed when they arrived. The street was quieter than usual, most shops al
Who Did This?
The smell of disinfectant filled the hospital corridor.It was sharp and sterile, clinging to the air as if trying to erase the violence that had taken place only hours earlier. Nurses moved briskly back and forth, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor.Leah sat rigidly on a plastic chair outside Alex’s room.Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles white, trembling despite her efforts to stay calm. Every time the door opened, her heart jumped, afraid of what she might hear next.She hadn’t slept.She hadn’t cried anymore either.The fear had settled deeper than tears.The door opened quietly.Old Man Cole stepped out, his usually composed face lined with concern.“He’s awake,” he said softly.Leah stood up at once. “Can I see him?”Old Man Cole hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Briefly. He needs rest.”She entered the room slowly.Alex lay on the hospital bed, his upper body slightly elevated, bandages wrapped tightly around his abdomen. His face wa
The Warning
The hospital room was silent except for the faint, steady beeping of the heart monitor.Alex lay awake, staring at the ceiling, his hands resting calmly on the blanket. The pain from his wound was there—dull, constant—but it no longer occupied his thoughts. Pain was familiar. What mattered now was timing.Old Man Cole stood near the window, speaking quietly into his phone. When he ended the call, his expression had hardened.“We’ve confirmed it,” he said. “The brake-line incident and the restaurant attack were coordinated. Same money trail. Offshore accounts.”Alex didn’t look surprised. “Liam?”“Yes,” Old Man Cole replied. “But the accounts are layered. Proxies. Shell companies. If we move legally, it’ll take months.”Alex turned his head slightly. “Months are a luxury I don’t have.”Old Man Cole sighed. “I know. But if you move too fast—”Alex’s phone buzzed.Both men froze.Alex picked it up slowly.Unknown number.He answered without hesitation. “Speak.”A distorted laugh came thr
Saves Me The Trouble
Morning light filtered softly through the tall windows of the Wilson mansion.The room Leah woke up in was quiet—too quiet. Thick curtains muted the outside world, and the faint hum of central air conditioning was the only reminder that the city still existed beyond these walls.For a moment, she forgot where she was.Then everything rushed back.The attack.The blood.Alex’s voice turning cold and decisive.Leah sat up slowly, her heart pounding.She glanced around the room. It was elegant but restrained—cream-colored walls, dark wooden furniture, a neatly made bed that looked untouched by chaos. A guest room meant for important visitors, not someone hiding from assassins.A knock sounded softly at the door.“Miss Leah?” a female voice called.“Yes?” Leah replied.A maid entered, bowing slightly. “Good morning. Mr. Wilson asked me to bring you breakfast.”Leah blinked. “Mr. Wilson?”The maid smiled politely. “Young Master Alex.”Leah nodded. “Thank you.”She sat at the small table by
The Hunt
Alex's hands shook as he dialed the number, a contact he'd hoped never to use, someone who operated in the shadows of the city and knew things the police couldn't find."I need a location," Alex said when the voice answered, his tone sharp and desperate. "Now."The man on the other end didn't ask questions, he never did, and within minutes Alex had coordinates. A place he recognized immediately, an abandoned Wilson family warehouse on the edge of the industrial district, a property that had been forgotten for years, left to rot while the empire grew elsewhere.Old Man Cole appeared in the doorway, bloodied and limping, his shirt torn and his face bruised, but his eyes were clear and determined."I got out," Cole said, breathing hard. "Broke through the cellar window, crawled up through the yard."Alex turned to him, relief flooding through him for just a moment before the urgency returned.“They have her at the old warehouse, the one my grandfather built."Cole's face went hard. "I