The Billionaire Second chance bride

Elena Whitmore’s daughter was dead.

She was killed by her husband, Damian Cross, and her so-called sister, Vivian Whitmore.

The baby was only seven months old; she had just learned to sit alone. The baby was fair and chubby like a doll. She was cute and had two small dimples when she smiled. However, they had accidentally killed this adorable child.

“Elena, Damian belongs to me. My son is of his flesh and blood. Your daughter is merely a b*stard.”

“I’m sure you didn’t expect this, am I right? Damian has never laid his hands on you. The man that night wasn’t Damian. As for who is the biological father of your daughter, only God knows! She is a b*stard who doesn’t know who her father is!”

“Elena, do you know how your parents died?”

“I killed them. It was their fault for leaving all the properties of the Whitmore Family to you. They said that I was their daughter and that they would treat me equally. Yet, in the face of interests, they only thought of you, the daughter with their blood flowing in her.”

“Elena Whitmore, go to hell with that love child of yours!”

“Boo hoo…”

Vivian’s words echoed in her ears.

The cry of her daughter being thrown to the ground was stabbing her heart. She heard her daughter’s cries getting weaker and weaker, which led her to panic and beg them to send her baby to the hospital. Be it the Whitmore Corporation or Damian; she didn’t care one whit as long as her daughter lived.

But…

She had nothing left.

Elena walked out of the hospital, step by step, with her daughter’s tiny body in her arms.

It was drizzling outside, and the winter season, alongside the rain, made the already low temperature even lower.

Although her face was blank and her eyes were hollow, the tears did not stop falling from the corners of her eyes; they fell, drip by drip, without an end.

The rain slowly seeped through her hair and clothes as the rain fell onto her body. At this point, her heart was numb, and she couldn’t feel the cold. Instead, the only thing she was feeling right now was remorse.

Elena was the biological daughter of the Whitmores who had been exchanged by accident. When they finally reconnected with her four years ago, she became the second daughter of the Whitmore Family. It turned out that they had developed a bond with the first daughter of the Whitmore Family, who had lived there for more than 20 years.

Elena’s parents were reluctant to drive their adopted daughter away. Thus, the two children who had been exchanged at birth stayed with the Whitmore Family.

Elena was already 23 years old when she returned to the Whitmore Family. Her biological parents were ashamed of her. Once she was accustomed to living in the upper-class society, they wanted to help arrange a good marriage for her.

At that time, several wealthy families in Valehill wanted to marry into the Whitmore Family.

Even the wealthiest family in Valehill, the Blackwood Family, came to propose. The Blackwood Family took a fancy to Elena, the biological daughter of the Whitmore Family.

However, the Young Master of the Blackwood Family had gotten into a car accident. He lost his ability to walk, making it even more challenging to approach the already cold and arrogant man. The many women who lined up to ask for the young master’s hand in marriage were scared off by him.

Elena’s parents might have feared offending the Blackwood Family and allowed her to make her own decision.

However, love made her a blind fool as she fell for Damian Cross and refused to marry Adrian Blackwood.

Although her parents didn’t expect her to agree to marry into the Blackwood Family, they did not want her to marry into the Cross Family either, but Elena insisted on marrying Damian. Ultimately, her parents could not stop her and finally agreed to her demand.

In marriage, one wrong step could lead to an abyss.

It was only after she married Damian as per her wish did she learn that he and Vivian were in love with each other. However, during their marriage, neither Damian nor Vivian had opposed it. Instead, they both were supportive.

This was because they had long dug a hole and were waiting to bury her in it.

It was Elena who was too stupid to perceive their plan.

With her parents’ death and her daughter’s birth, Damian became increasingly indifferent to her and even openly took Vivian home to fool around. Although she tried to save her marriage, she wasn’t Vivian’s opponent.

No one in the Cross Family was on her side either.

…

Elena crossed the road timidly.

Squeak!

The sound of an emergency brake echoed through the sky.

Bang!

She was thrown into the air by the car before falling to the ground.

Blood started to quickly pool around her.

The pain began to spread throughout her body as she tried to crawl toward her daughter. The impact of the car crash was so strong that her daughter in her arms was thrown to the side.

“Baby…”

Elena struggled to crawl forward, moving inch by inch and getting closer to her daughter. She still couldn’t touch her child when she stretched out with her hand.

“Baby…”

Suddenly, a pair of big feet in black leather shoes appeared in her increasingly blurred vision. The man bent down to carry her daughter’s body and shoved it into her arms.

“Baby.”

Elena hugged her daughter ecstatically as the blood from the corner of her mouth smeared all over her daughter.

Her injuries were so severe that she was beginning to lose consciousness. Before the darkness engulfed her, she raised her head in difficulty to look at her savior, only to see a man in black sitting in a wheelchair.

Even sitting in a wheelchair did not affect his nobility in the slightest.

She recognized him. After her baby had been thrown to the ground and seriously injured by Damian and Vivian, she ran out with the baby in her arms, stopped a car, and told the driver to take her to the hospital.

The man in the wheelchair was sitting in the car. However, he allowed her in and instructed the driver to send them all the way to the hospital.

Although the baby didn’t make it in the end, Elena was still grateful to him.

When the two people’s eyes met, she smiled at him.

If there were an afterlife, she would marry him.

Adrian Blackwood.

…

“When will she wake up?”

A low, cold voice rang in Elena’s ears.

“Young Master Adrian, Dr. Phillip said that she lost a lot of blood and had fallen into a coma. Now that the bleeding has stopped, she should be able to wake up soon.”

So, she just lost a lot of blood?

She thought she was going to die!

Baby!

Her baby!

Elena’s eyes immediately shot open and the first thing she saw was not the white ceiling of the hospital but a pair of deep, cold eyes. The owner of those eyes had a handsome face with a solemn expression as his sharp, chilly gaze made him look remarkably indifferent.

This face; she remembered this face.

Adrian Blackwood.

The only person who had shown her kindness when she had nothing left.

“Adrian…” Elena called out to him gratefully.

Everyone in Valehill had acknowledged Adrian as Master Adrian.

Although he was disabled, he was still a god in Valehill business industry.

Adrian looked at her without a trace of warmth in his eyes. As he wheeled away, he coldly instructed the bodyguard behind him.

“She’s awake now. Send her back and tell Alexander Whitmore that although I am disabled, I will not force his daughter to marry me. Tell him to take good care of his daughter and don’t let her feign suicide in front of me. It’s disgusting.”

Suicide?

This was a familiar scene.

Of course! Back then, when the Blackwood Family came to propose marriage, they specifically asked for Elena, the true daughter of the Whitmore Family.

When she saw that Adrian was disabled and still had the intention to marry her, she felt that he was trying to drag her down for the rest of her life. So, she went to the Blackwood Mansion to look for Adrian without her parents’ knowledge. There, she told him fiercely that she would rather die than marry him.

Elena finally sensed that something was wrong.

She realized that she only felt pain in her left wrist.

When she looked around, she realized she wasn’t in a hospital.

The two bodyguards walked to the bed and spoke to her indifferently. “Ms. Whitmore, please get up and come with us.”

Elena was speechless.

What on earth was going on?

Did she go back to the past after her death?

“Can you pass me a mirror?”

Although Elena was ecstatic, she still wanted to make sure.

Adrian, who was wheeling himself to the door, stopped. He turned his head and looked at her ironically.

The bodyguards waited for him to speak.

After pursing his lips, Adrian coldly said, “Give her a phone.”

A phone had a front camera, equivalent to looking into a mirror.

Immediately, one of the bodyguards took out his phone, turned on the camera, and passed it to Elena.

She grabbed the phone and saw her reflection on the screen. The look of d