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No Second Chance: Farewell, Mr. Heartbreaker

Chapter 2 Being forced to drink and taken to a room

Word Count: 602    |    Released on: 04/06/2025

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ity," he said, pausing before adding,"

d away, shedding his bat

erine again until he lef

accompanied by another male assist

hy isn't here, shouldn't s

, a glass of wine was pla

s crossed, his intention to make thing

and to secure the collaboration, Katheri

ng liquor slid down her

uor!" the man praised, standing up to pour

nt, Miss Gill, is a real beauty. Toda

l of wrinkles, his suggestive

k the glass from his hand, suppressing he

her head back and down

ase, have a seat!" The man supported Kathe

hers and draped his arm o

hoe-clad foot began to

mile, subtly moving her leg awa

ed Katherine was squeezed into a

s, the people in the private

htly tipsy but rem

lfred, shall we sign

breath reeking of alcohol. "Miss Gill, my min

from the back of Katherine's chair

, you accompany

ell silent

e with ill intentions, w

briefly, still sm

rine and left the room,

phy's secretary. Who knows how many

tiful, and her figure s

ou think Mr. Alfred

any longer. He snatched his phone, d

mpts, the call f

! Katherine has been taken upstairs

on the other end of the line and quickly recounted how Ka

ou still listening? What should

rom the o

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No Second Chance: Farewell, Mr. Heartbreaker
No Second Chance: Farewell, Mr. Heartbreaker
“Katherine spent five years at Vincent's side-model secretary by day, compliant lover by night. When she heard of his arranged marriage, she stifled her pain and planned a quiet exit. That resolve cracked the moment she met his fiancée, daughter of the woman who'd wrecked her own family. Rage replaced obedience; Katherine resolved to claim Vincent. Yet he kept tossing her loyalty tips like she was only a plaything. Heart stung, she walked away with her last scrap of pride. Four years later they crossed paths again, a child gripping her hand. "I don't care who's the father," Vincent pleaded. "Come back, please!"”