The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 838

Fred had the woman sit on his lap, his fingers daring to explore beneath the soft fabric of her skirt. She caught his wandering hand, her voice a blend of reprimand and invitation, “Not here, Mr. Turner. Eyes are upon us.”

He inhaled deeply, the perfume enveloping her was rich and unfamiliar, a stark contrast to Mya’s subtle fragrance.

Fred was a man whose interest waned with the moon; no woman ever marked more than a week in his orbit before he found them as forgettable as the last.

As if on cue, a partition ascended, granting them a shroud of privacy. Her voice fluttered, a whisper of temptation, “Mr. Turner, might I assist you? This dress is quite delicate, after all.” Fred parted his legs in silent assent, and she slid to her knees, a willing accomplice to their hidden dance.

When Mya returned home, she was still thinking of how to ruin Serena Smith’s life. To claim Madelyn’s treasures as her own and flaunt them was an act of audacity that seared Mya’s conscience. Never had she witnessed such blatant shamelessness. Mya’s thoughts swirled into the quiet chaos of sleep, her grip on her plushy the only anchor to her reality. In the nebulous realm of dreams, she found herself adrift in an ominous forest, the breath of an unseen predator hot on her neck.

Then, without warning, a figure of menace materialized, thrusting her into a cage and clamping cold shackles around her wrists, his threat hanging in the air – obedience or eternal captivity. As the dream’s fog lifted, the man’s identity sharpened into focus. It was that man in the prison warden uniform.

Mya immediately woke up in a fright. She was sweating so heavily that her strawberry nightgown was soaked in sweat. She turned on the lights and held onto her plushy while shivering.

out of the blue!” Mya said while patting on her face.

death! Thankfully, it’s just a dream and not real,”

to visit Madelyn

becoming Leonardo Monet’s first mentee had spread throughout Ventropolis. The public did not know Leonardo had already taken a mentee before this.

few days later, Kennedy picked up Leonardo Monet from Ventropolis Airport. On the ride back, Leonardo glanced at the newspaper headline and scoffed, “People will believe anything these days.” He

the grave news. Leonardo pressed,

talking?” Leonardo

Kennedy finally said.

was stunned. “Why am I just hearing about this?

worry you,” Kennedy assured him. “She’s getting the best care. There’s no

his own path, away from the shadow of his family’s legacy, leaving few aware of his connection to Kennedy as his grandfather.

in the rearview mirror,

to himself, ‘Grandpa’s mentored many, but only Madelyn became his protégé. She’s special to him beyond

her talent.’