Second Chance At Rebirth: Beneath The Ashes のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Christine’s POVReaching home, I sent a message to Evelyn as I apologized I won’t be able to follow her to the club and that I’d make it up to her next time. She didn’t look pleased. But I explained to her I needed to go see the building I wanted to purchase for Cristainternational and I’m glad she understood. I really want to clear a lot from on my list. The following day, using the address sent to me by the real estate leasing company, I visited the building. It wasn’t brand new, as I noted, but I would be working on the place again. Just then, memories of my previous life came flooding back. I had seen this building before. It was the same building I had bought with Francis’s name due to the reckless act of love I had for him, back when I believed we were building a future together. I could still picture the day we’d stood here, his arm around my waist, as he kissed my forehead, while we talked about the plans for this place for a coffee office space. My chest tightened at the th

Christine’s POVI could not concentrate. My mind was a storm of frustration. The emails I’d been sending to Mr. Cade refused to deliver, each attempt met with a maddening error message. I was distraught, my chest tight with the weight of it all, but shortly, I remembered I’d promised Evelyn I’d go out with her to the club tonight. I hadn’t even seen the dress she’d picked out for me. With a sigh, I began packing my things, shoving my laptop and papers into my bag with more force than necessary. Grabbing my purse, I left the office, the glass doors hissing shut behind me.Outside, James, my driver, was already waiting. Instead of the usual sleek black sedan, he leaned against the side of the cherry-red Bentley, our family Continental. “Afternoon, Miss Christine,” he said with a nod as he opened the back seat and I climbed in. When I reached Evelyn’s place, she flung open the door before I could knock. “Chris! You’re here!” she squealed, pulling me into a hug of excitement. She dragged

Christine’s POVWhat? My head spun with a torrent of questions, filled with disbelief and shock as I stared at Evelyn. She was really straddling Nic on a plush velvet couch in the corner of the club? Her hips moved steadily as she rocked him, her hands braced on his chest as she rode him intensely. The pulsing lights of the club cast fleeting shadows over their bodies, the bass of the music thumping in time with their motion. I blinked, my vision hazy from the drinks and the surreal scene unfolding before me. I looked around, expecting gasps or stares, but no one seemed to mind or even notice. The club was a dark, writhing sea of bodies. Different couples dotted the edges of the room, lost in their own intimate worlds. Some with their partner pinned against the wall, making out while others stayed on couches just like Evelyn. My eyes even caught a pair of guys in a corner, their hands roaming around their own body, their lips locked in a heated kiss. What?The sheer openness of it al

Christine’s POVHis face was devoid of no emotion as he continued to fire down the road, the car’s engine roaring in the quiet night. My heart pounded in my chest as fear coursed through me. I gripped the edge of my seat, steadying myself. “Francis, take it easy!” I pleaded. He said nothing, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead, his jaw set in a hard line. For some reason, the sweet side of him, the one he’d always shown me, the gentle, caring Francis was gone. In its place, I could now see the Francis I had known from my past life before my death, the one who’d left scars on my heart and memories I’d fought to bury. Fear gripped me even tighter.“Where are you taking me?” I asked.“My place,” he replied curtly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “There’s no way I’m letting you spend so much time with Evelyn when we haven’t even had a moment together.”I glanced out the window, my stomach dropping as I realized the route we were on. It was a lonely road, dark and unfamiliar, li

Christine’s POVAs he shut the door, I rolled my eyes, exhaling a long breath of relief. The tension in my shoulders eased slightly as I gracefully sank unto the plush leather chair behind my desk. And then I reached for my laptop, flipped it open, and watched the screen casting a soft blue glow across my face as it came on.The PR team had sent over a batch of design proposals for the company’s rebranding. With a few clicks, I opened the folder, scrolling through the files. Most were predictable, safe, corporate, uninspired. But then one caught my eye. I paused, leaning closer to the screen. It was a sharp, minimalist black-and-white logo, all harsh, jagged lines and a strange, abstract symbol that felt like it belonged in a sci-fi movie. Futuristic, yes. The letters of the company logo were in bold, geometric caps, screaming robotic precision. Beneath it, the motto: “WE DON’T FOLLOW TRENDS, WE MAKE RULES.” I stared at it, a mix of amusement bubbling up inside me.“This is for a rob