The Billionaire's Bet

Chapter 60 : Last Chance - I

What more did I have to lose? If I loved you once more, would I be spared from a heartbreak again...?
If I loved you again, my love...

Evanly

I grabbed my phone and hesitantly clicked on her text. My eyes widened at her words.

'Evanly, I know this is sudden but please can you try to reach out to your sister. Do this one last favour for me as my daughter, please.'

Danzel saw the change in my mood as I read the text. He moved towards me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Evanly, are you alright?", he rubbed my shoulder gently. I nodded my head hesitantly. I turned my phone off and turned to him with a smile.

"Of course. It was nothing.", I held onto his hand softly. Luciano hugged me. My mind was spiraling with many questions that I myself couldn't answer. How could she just ask me to do such a thing for her? Was Lunna still so important to you?

After the morning coffee and a few laughes, Danzel left for work and took Luciano to her day care, leaving me alone in the mansion. I decided to leave the mansion for a while to clear my mind and do something I hadn't thought of doing, ever.

Visit Justine in jail.

He was still an open chapter in my life that I forgot to close off because I felt too scared. After what he did, I couldn't bare to see the sight of him, even the thought of him scared me.
I drove to the prison where he was held, it was not too far from Danzel's mansion and I would be long back by the time Luciano was done at daycare and I would be there to pick her up.

The sign outside read, Men's Central Jail. I parked roughly on the side of the road, not too far from the prison. I took a deep breath before stepping out of my car and making my way to the entrance where I was intarogated by security and prison guards before I could finally have a chance to speak with Justine. The prison guard led me to the prison visitation stalls where I took a seat at one of the empty seats. There were already a few people talking to their families and friends. It was quite to say the least but you could hear the occasional voices of people speaking.

I wasn't sure of what I was going to say to him or how I would react when seeing him after so long. I have to that admit I'm scared and anxious. I mean we are talking about the man who tried to kill me all in the name of love.
I saw one of the prison guards lead a tall, skinny, pale men, dressed in an orange prison overall. His hair was cut into a buzzcut but with those brown eyes that seemed to suck every thing in its way, it was unmistakably him. Justine Centiés.

He didn't look like the man that I remember. It was as if his life was ripped out of him and all that was left was a shell of the man he used to be. He took a seat and I saw his eyes widen as his gaze fixated onto me, his face went pale with shock. He was hesitant to grab the phone but he did, so did I.

"Justine... hey.", my voice came out shaky. Tears began to fall from his tired eyes like a waterfall.

"E-Evanly, it's really you... I can't believe you're here. I-i thought you were gone.", he stammered, his voice raspy and weak. I couldn't help but shudder as I heard his sickening voice, the voice of the man that haunted my dreams.

"Look, Justine", I began, taking a deep breath. "I don't intend on sticking around for too long so I'll make this quick.", I cleared my throat. "It's been 5 years since you shot me and almost killed me but as you can see, I'm still standing, stronger than ever. Life has been tough but I think now it's time I cut ties with you and forget that you ever existed. Your very existence brought both joy and pain to my life. You made my life both a living hell and a safe heaven but only for a split second. All that I went through taught me something valuable and I will forever be grateful to you for that. Thank you for the years of happiness, support and love that you gave me, Justine. I forgive you. Goodbye, Justine Centiés, I hope we never meet again.", I placed the phone back, not letting him speak a word. He began screaming my name and banging on the glass screen.

"Evanly! Please wait! I'm so sorry! Evanly! Come back please!", he hit the glass screen harshly, tears steaming down his face. The prison guards ran to him, pulling him back and hand cuffing him as I slowly walked away.

Justine Centiés was dead to me now.

The sound of my heels clicking onto the floor echoed throughout the halls of the prison. I made it out of there and headed straight to my car. Once I was inside, I let out a deep sigh of relief. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. This was the beginning of a new chapter. Now I had nothing holding me back.

I called Conillious to check up on her and time seemed to pass by so fast that by the time we ended the call it was already time to pick up Luciano from her daycare centre. I arrived there just in time and stepped out. On my way to her I couldn't help but feel a sense of peacefulness and comfort as I watched other parents pick their children up. I wonder how it would feel to be a parent myself, to finally have a child of my own.

As soon as Luciano's eyes caught mine she happily ran towards me with her little cute Prada school back, her dress swaying with the wind.

She jumped into my arms and let a cute squeal.

"Hi aunty Evanly!", she clung onto me, her small hands grasping onto my hair. The feeling of joy and complete peace filled my heart. "Hello baby! I hope you didn't miss me too much my sweet pumpkin.", I chuckled, planting a kiss on her chick.

"I missed you a lot! Can we go for ice cream?", she clasped my face. It warmed my heart.

"Of course my baby, whatever you want.", I planted another kiss on her chick. We walked towards my car chatting on and on about her day at daycare and the things she did. She was a cute chatter box with never ending giggles just like her mother and she was as smart as her father. How cute!

After getting ice cream, Luciano was tired and demanded I take her back home, by the time we arrived there she had already fallen asleep in the backseat. It was already noon and the sun had began setting. I placed Luciano in her bed and left. I went to the living room and set down to watch tv. I must have passed out because when I woke up, I was in bed with a blanket draped over me. It must have been Danzel.

I got up and freshened up before heading down stairs. As I made my way down the tile stairs I could hear two deep laughters coming from the kitchen. Who was here with Danzel? I slowly walked towards the kitchen, my breath slow and steady. As I got closer, i could hear a familiar voice. I stopped in my tracks as my eyes landed on a tall, masculine man with dark hair, a man with a laugh that I knew all too well. It was undoubtedly him, with his low, soft yet deep chuckle and that laurung voice of his that had me in a trans.

It was Devon.