Second Chance His Unending Love (Calista Hartwell) novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93

His words sounded righteous, even noble.

Anyone unfamiliar with his past would have mistaken him for a devoted father and husband.

But Calista remembered that night vividly. She’d taken Olivia to an out-of-town chess ranking tournament, and their car had broken down on a desolate road an hour

outside New York.

It was nine o’clock at night, the area pitch-black save for the faint glow of their car’s interior lights. The rustling of leaves in the nearby woods sent chills down their spines, and not a single streetlight or passing car broke the

silence.

She and Olivia had huddled in the car, terrified, their breaths shallow as they listened to the eerie sounds of the

night.

Calista had called Killian immediately, her voice

trembling as she begged him to come pick them up.

Bugthe voice on the other end of the line had been colder

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than the night air.

“You insisted on going to that stupid tournament-deal with the consequences yourself. Instead of wasting my time complaining, call a tow truck.” He’d hung up before she could say another word.

Calista’s heart had turned to ice.

Beside her, Olivia had trembled in her arms, her small body pressed tightly against her mother’s.

For her daughter’s sake, Calista had forced herself to stay strong, swallowing her fear and helplessness as she dialed the tow truck company.

It had taken five long, agonizing hours before they finally

made it back to New York.

It seemed that Killian had forgotten that night-when she and their daughter had been in far greater danger than they were now.

She and Olivia no longer needed his protection. Why was he suddenly putting on a show of being a heroic father?

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Bradley refused to back down, his gaze sharp. “Sometimes the people closest to you are the ones who hurt you the deepest.”

Killian let out a sneering laugh, resorting to flaunting his wealth when he couldn’t win on emotion. “Mr. Ferrer, my Maybach is far more comfortable—and safe—than your

Audi.

“My daughter is delicate. She doesn’t ride in just any car.”

Olivia blinked in confusion, tugging at Calista’s sleeve.

That wasn’t the case. She had ridden Calista’s electric

scooter to school when she was little.

Bradley chuckled, “Mr. Frost, you must be kidding, right? You’re getting more playful as you age. Perhaps you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be grounded in reality.”

If Killian wanted to compare cars, Bradley would

highlight his desperation-age and ego were his Achilles’ heels.

The two men locked eyes, tension crackling between them as sparks of rivalry flew.

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Killian’s face turned gloomy, his jaw tightening with barely contained anger.

Finally, he snapped his gaze to Calista and Olivia, his voice sharp with command.

“Then let them choose!”

Calista was perplexed. Why were they bickering like this?

Hadn’t they gotten along “well enough” in the restroom

earlier?

She took Olivia’s hand and turned to leave. “We don’t

need to choose. We’ll take a taxi.”

“Calista! You must choose!” Killian roared, his voice echoing in the garage.

Calista understood then. Killian wasn’t fighting for her or Olivia-he was fighting for his pride.

Her choice would either validate his ego or crush it.

But why should she indulge his vanity?

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“Olivia, let’s go,” she said firmly, pulling her daughter

forward.

She’d taken only two steps when the screech of tires cut through the air.

A sleek black off-road vehicle raced toward them, skidding into a sharp drift at the corner before coming to a smooth, silent stop right beside Calista and Olivia.

The car was imposing, its design exuding raw power and

authority.

But Killian and Bradley’s attention wasn’t on the vehicle- it was on the license plate-VIP 1.

In all of New York, everyone knew what that plate signified.

It wasn’t just a status symbol-it was a declaration of unparalleled power. No matter how luxurious a car was, it yielded to VIP 1.

Killian’s heart skipped a beat.

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He had no idea why such a prestigious vehicle had stopped here, but opportunity flashed before his eyes.

He rushed toward the car, beating Bradley to it by a step, his hand outstretched in greeting.

“Good evening, sir. I’m Killian Frost from Frost Group-”

However, he was cut off mid-sentence as the rear window slowly rolled down, revealing a face so perfectly sculpted it looked like a work of art.

Evander’s striking features came into view, and Killian froze, his words catching in his throat as all confidence. drained from his body.

“Mr. Hayes! You came to pick us up!” Olivia shouted. excitedly, tugging Calista toward the car.

Bradley stood back, his eyes widening in shock as Evander stepped out of the car to greet the mother and daughter.

He watched as Evander gently ruffled Olivia’s hair, his touch soft, and smiled tenderly at Calista.

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