Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Consent.

“Did I consent?”

I shook my head hard. Now wasn’t the time. Right now, I just needed

to make sure I didn’t end up pregnant.

Five minutes crawled by like hours.

Then Atlas emerged, a white plastic bag in his hand.

He slid back into the driver’s seat, expressionless. “Here.”

I took the bag with shaking hands. Opened it.

Plan B. A bottle of water. And-

“Ibuprofen?” I stared at the box.

“Emergency contraception can cause side effects,” Atlas said, his tone

utterly neutral. “Nausea. Headaches. Cramping. Ibuprofen helps.”

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I didn’t know what to say. This small kindness–if I could even call it

that–made everything worse somehow.

“…Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me.” He started the engine. “It’s just work.”

Then, almost casually: “Miss Vance, I’d advise against mentioning

this to Mr. Vane.”

My head snapped up. “What?”

His eyes found mine in the mirror. “Mr. Vane didn’t specifically

instruct me regarding… post–encounter precautions. Which suggests

he may not have considered the possibility of pregnancy.”

He paused, letting that sink in.

“If he learns you’ve taken emergency contraception, he may view it

as… presumptuous. An unauthorized decision regarding something

he considers his concern.”

My blood ran cold.

“You’re saying he’d be angry. That I made this choice without his

permission.”

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Atlas didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

Oh God.

In Julian’s mind, even whether I got pregnant wasn’t my decision to

make.

“Will you tell him?” I whispered.

“My job is to execute Mr. Vane’s instructions, not m

.or your

private medical decisions.” He pulled back into traffic. “But if he asks

me directly, I won’t lie.”

I couldn’t wait.

If Atlas did tell Julian–if Julian decided to stop me-

My hands shook as I tore open the box. Pulled out the single white

pill.

I twisted the water bottle cap. Threw my head back. Swallowed.

The pill caught in my throat. I chugged more water, nearly choking. It

finally went down.

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I coughed, water dribbling down my chin.

Atlas glanced back but said nothing.

I slumped against the seat, eyes closed. Waiting for the pill to do its

job.

72 hours for maximum effectiveness. The sooner, the better.

But the warnings scrolled through my mind: Nausea. Vomiting.

Dizziness. Abdominal pain. Irregular bleeding.

My stomach was already churning. I couldn’t tell if it was the medication or just my body’s reaction to everything that had

happened.

The rest of the drive passed in silence.

My phone buzzed. Mamá.

“Elara, where are you? You didn’t come home last night. I’m worried.”

I stared at the message. My thumb hovered over the keyboard.

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Finally, I typed two words: “I’m fine.”

Sent it.

Put the phone face–down in my lap.

Back at the apartment in the iron district, I quickly rushed into the

bathroom. Mama went to work, and Yuki and Diegore not there,

which made me breathe a sigh of relief. In the bathroom, I finally

looked at myself.

Julian’s white shirt, wrinkled and smelling like his cologne. My hair a mess. Dark circles under my eyes. And on my neck, my collarbone-

bruises. Bite marks. Evidence.

I turned on the shower. Peeled off his shirt. My skirt.

When I pulled down my underwear, I saw it.

Blood.

Not much. Just a little spotting.

I sat on the edge of the tub, staring at the red stain.

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My body had reset when I came back. Back to before Lily. Before

Boston. Before everything.

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