The Billionaire Second Chance

weat trickled down his temples as his knuckles slammed into the thick leather with each methodical, precise blow. In addition to calmi

cent phone conversation, he could still hear Manuel's derisive tone and his younger brother's arrogant tone, as thou

of people's flaws since they were young, using a combination of premeditated dishonesty and pretended innocence to manipulat

le of mischief with a lovely smile, while Santiago, at eleven, was already serious beyond his years. The expansive

of a boy who knew just how to obtain what he wanted. Because he didn't trust the tall oak tree Manuel had sel

l beat you? Manuel's black eyes gl

ed the highest branch that could support their weight, his heart was racing. However, Manuel was far away fr

tone, "Looks like you're stuck up there, big brothe

ed his hold on the branch, his breath catching whe

antiago's cries became raspy. When their father learned of it, he had been incensed,

nuel had stated, "I didn't mean for him

ieved by their

h the sting in his knuckles as he hit the bag harder. His brother remained the same. If anything, he had just become

e, though. He was a man who, by pure willpower and perseverance, h

empt to discredit him, flashed across his thoughts. Santiago approached Manuel after he had ruined a crucial presentation at their father's business

he marriage provision. It was typical of Manuel, playi

were furious with intent as he gazed at his mirror. His physique was refined by years of discipline, and his demeanor was molded by the demands of leadersh

ntiago whispered to his reflection

Even though Manuel had spent years perfecting the art of deception, Santiago had the

r, steam hanging over him like a shroud. He grabbed a towel and ra

ffice. It's urgent. There

wed. Honor in the family? Manuel seldom ever utilized it, and when he d

succinct: "What

s. "When you come here, you'll

ty and maybe a glimmer of duty. Their father's study had long served as a testament to his strength and heritage, a loca

of the city. The Alvarez home towered in the distance, its magnificent front illuminated by the moonlight. The mansi

he study. He pulled the door open and instantly focused on Manuel,

ke it," Manuel remarke

tion descended upon him. This meeting was not

illed the room, lingering from the many evenings their father had spent worrying about family issues. The centerpiece, a huge ma

ing in the low light. As his brother walked in, his angular features, which were q

ht-hearted but derisive tone. "I was beg

arked sternly, "I don't have time for games.

ross from him. "Take a seat.

relax," but he stayed upright. "Spe

ass down. He said in a laid-back manner, "You know, it's funny how history repeats itself." Didn't Fat

iago's tone was harsh, and his pa

ather, and now you are forced to follow his rules. Santiago, the time is running out. Three months before your b

clenched. "I'm ta

it appears that you are stalling from where I am seate

lecture from you." "Save your breat

a sleek black folder from a drawer and slid it across the

n-depth profiles was contained therein. The women on each page were incredibly attractive, and the