Second Chance At Love by Iris Mignon

Chapter 88

Rain slicked her hair to her face, the silence broken only by the soft thrum of raindrops. Crimson bloomed anew from her lips, a stark contrast to her pale skin. Kneeling in the downpour, her clothes were soaked through, a gruesome stain blossoming on her coat from earlier vomit. Her body had reached its breaking point, hands and feet numb, failing to respond as she tried to push herself up.

Jason’s heart lurched at the sight of the blood–it seemed to sear his vision, a relentless torment. He took a hesitant step forward, only to be stopped cold by Camila’s outstretched hand.

“Cruelly calculated, that’s Sophia Taylor,” Camila spat. “Poisoning Alison for her own gain. Now, with proof in hand, there’s no excuse. We gathered the elders as witnesses, so the Taylors can’t cry foul when she gets what’s coming”

had already strong–armed them before they even arrived, securing their “loyalty.” Though technically family leaders, their power was a joke. They nodded along as the head elder cleared his throat. “We heard about Alison’s accident. And now

cause.”

smug smile played on Camila’s lips as she turned to Jason. “The choice is yours, son,” she said, her voice cold. “Prison

death. Panic clawed at him. He broke the silence

returning feeling. The bone–deep cold receded. She pushed herself up on her arms. meeting Jason’s gaze. The man she once knew was gone, replaced by a stranger in a tailored suit. His handsome features were etched with coldness. She realized with a pang that the Jason who had captured her heart wasn’t this polished businessman, but the carefree boy who had swept her off her feet years ago. How she wished she could freeze time, seal him away in a perfect memory, a life without this

pain.

force did my mother use in that slap? It’s been almost an hour, why is she still bleeding? Did she hurt her tongue again?‘ He opened his mouth to speak, but Sophia flinched away, rejecting even his touch. It seemed even love was dead. Fine, then they’d play a different game. He could have her

met his gaze, her voice slow and steady. “Yes, I did visit the pharmacist, but i didn’t look at the prescription. I just went to