Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 87

Jason stood stock–still at the window, rain blurring his view of the motionless figure on the steps. Three years in prison. That’s what she was facing if he sent her away. He hadn’t brought it up in years, but he always knew his mother was after Sophia. Now with a chance, she wouldn’t let go. There was no way out of this mess tonight.

Across the room, Camila watched her son staring out the window, a lost look on his face. Alarm bells clanged in her head. Ugh, there’s no way my son still has feelings for her, right? No chance I’m letting him get mixed up with that Sophia. Her family’s fallen apart and wouldn’t help his career one bit. The Wilson Group doesn’t need a daughter–in–law who’ll drag him down. On top of that, my relationship with her has been rocky these past few years. If that little bitch starts whispering nonsense in his ear, I’ll…” Gritting her teeth, she barked, “Look, if you can’t bring yourself to deal with her, then let me be the bad guy.” Turning on her heel, she hollered at the stiff–faced steward, “Call the police station, tell them we need someone to arrest her.”

The steward mumbled an “Okay,” clearly uncomfortable, and scurried away to make the call.

his eyes shut.

word “love” hit him like a gut punch. He snapped his eyes open, a coldness flashing through them. He couldn’t afford love. It was a weakness. Sure, they could have a normal marriage- respect, maybe even a quiet life together but love, especially passionate love? Never. On top of that, Oliver was still out there. He only targeted Sophia to use her against him. A weakness was the last thing he needed. “Call the family elders to the mansion,” he ordered.

couldn’t hide her smug smile. Only major decisions involved the family elders in the Wilson Group. Was he cutting ties for good?

steward scurried off.

silent, his gaze fixed on the frail figure outside. His fist clenched at his side. He had to do something to get her out of this

the office’s floor–to–ceiling window. Though unconscious, she was in excruciating pain. Every inch of her body ached, the cold seeping into her bones. Whenever she drifted off, the agonizing pain would jolt her awake, a relentless torture. Through the rain, she saw him standing there, the man who’d stomped all over her, thrown her