SECOND CHANCE: My Ex-Billionaire Husband Wants Me Back

Roxie POV Never did I think I'd muster the courage to venture here, the three-story architectural marvel owned by the Coltons, the wealthiest and most esteemed architectural company globally. Among them was Evans Colton, my secret crush, renowned as the world's most handsome bachelor by Fibs, a globally recognized magazine. A few days ago, rumors surfaced about the Coltons' plummeting shares, potentially jeopardizing their position as the leading architectural firm. I couldn't allow it. Upon conducting a background check, I discovered it wasn't mere hearsay. While devastated, I also sensed an opportunity I needed to seize. I dressed to impress, donning a red floral dress of my own design, showcasing my hourglass figure. Stepping before the building, I took a deep breath and entered, fully aware I'd attract attention, having shed my former nerdy persona for that of a confident and alluring woman. The blatant remarks from men about my appearance never failed to amaze me. They openly expressed their lustful thoughts without hesitation whenever they encountered a beautiful woman. I can hear you," I whispered to myself. The blend of modern and vintage decor adorned the space, reminiscent of a maze to those unfamiliar with architectural designs. Forced to adapt, driven by my desire to inhabit the same space as Evans. Finally reaching the reception, I encountered a beautiful lady with a ponytail and translucent shades, engrossed in her notes. Politely greeting her, I hoped for a warm reception but received only a glare in return. Ignoring her indifference, I inquired, "Hello, Miss, may I inquire about the floor where your boss resides?" Her attention shifted only upon mention of her boss. "Do you have an appointment with him?" she rudely interjected. "No, but—" I began. "Sorry, miss, my boss only receives visitors by appointment," she said brightly. Unperturbed by her assumption, I unconsciously raised my head, locking eyes with Evans on the top floor, only to be met with indifference as he closed his curtains. "There's nothing stopping me from getting what I want," I affirmed to myself inwardly. “Alright.” I said to her noticed she wasn’t paying attention to me. Fortunately the elevator opened and just as I wanted I jumped into it. “Hey, miss you can’t jus..t” she yelled. “Bye bye” I waved at her with a smile. I wasn’t alone in the elevator. Two tall men stood side by side waiting for the elevator to reach it destination. “Ding” The elevator slowly opened. To my astonishment the man I just locked eyes with was standing before me. The two men got out and approached him. He shot a genuine smile to them. They were about to leave and the elevator was closing. I jolted after hearing the elevator closing. But the most shocking was the voice that followed. “Are you coming out or not?” I quickly got out and pumped into his chest. I looked up and saw his deep blue eyes that always got my heart beating. Roughly pulled me away from him. I almost hit my head on the closed elevator. He cared less of what could have happened and turned away. Without hesitation I grabbed his hand and pulled him to an empty office and locked the door. I don’t get the chance to speak when I felt a tight grip on my neck as I turned to face him. With my back pinned to the door. I couldn’t breathe. I tried to pull his hand away by grabbing his hand but he was too strong. His disgust and hatred for me was evident in his eyes. He didn’t care for my life and kept tightening his grip. I was feeling dizzy. My body was tensing up. “No I can’t die now. Not in his arms. What if he goes to prison because of me? I can’t let him destroy his life. I need to fight this” I said to myself. With all the strength in my hands. I grabbed his hand with both hands. “S-s-stop p-p-pleas….” Suddenly he lets go. Khoff!!! I took a deep breath. “Who the hell do you think you are ti drag me along with you!”he yelled. I held my neck and tried to get breath stable. “I -I didn’t expect this rude gesture Evans” I said to him almost out of breath. “You know my name? Hmmm you must be one of my stalkers” he pointed out. I had to admit. He was partially right. I had stalked him since high school. “No, I am no stalker. You may not remember me but I know you. Let me introduce myself. I am Roxie White, and I am here with a marriage proposal that will benefit you and your family.” He wasn’t happy with my choice of words. He must really dislike me to have that look on his face. A face that says “I will murder You.” *******