A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

“The pain will ebb away.

”

Rena’s desires were myriad.

She held his hand and begged him carefully and softly that he could only sleep with her for the rest of his life… She sounded like Alexis.

Yet, Waylen remained silent, his emotions hidden beneath layers of unspoken turmoil.

Anxiousness lingered in the air, gnawing at Rena’s senses.

A cold diamond ring graced her finger, its significance undeniable.

© Rena’s voice quivered as she inquired, her casual facade belying her emotions.

“Is this for me?”

Waylen gently lowered her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a silent vow.

His voice, a tender whisper against her neck, held a plea.

“Rena, will you be my wife? My love for you has endured for an eternity.

”

Seven years.

intertwined over a span of seven

a twenty-year-old engulfed in the throes of bliss, was blissfully ignorant of this deeper connection, her

into her luminous eyes, Waylen’s heart swelled with sorrow

at the

dwindled, Leaving them

that his departure was fraught with a

intuition guided her, sensing the unspoken

had clung to him, yearning for the

intimate communion, Waylen’s gentle touch traced the delicate arches of her feet,

voice, a soothing

regrets, one

never regretted loving

a flicker of

something amiss, yet she believed

departing the dream, the

Rena close,

the afternoon, the stylists

settled upon a gown, a

a metamorphosis she had never

turned to him, a whisper of

“Waylen, my heart races.

”