Semua Bab Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak: Bab 131 - Bab 140

"Call Raúl." I don't look away from Estella. "Now."Enrique fumbles for his phone. "What about—""Get Mia out of here." The bitch is still tied up where he left her, bleeding but conscious. "Before the cops show. I'm not done with her yet."If she thinks I’m handing her over to the police. Then she’s wrong.Before Enrique dials, I lock eyes with him. “I’m not done with her yet.”I could here sirens wailing in the distance.Fuck.The paramedics must have called 911 when they got Enrique's radio for medical backup.The first ambulance team approaches cautiously. "We need to—""Help her first. Please."The ride to the hospital is a blur of screaming sirens, beeping monitors and orders I could barely understand. Estella's vitals keep dropping.Then the monitor flatlines. Her body convulses, her lips parting slightly, her head lolling to the side."No." The word tears from my throat as they start CPR. "NO!"Someone tries to pull me back. I fight them."Sir, please you need to step ba—"Th

Alejandro’s POV“That went as expected,” Tom says, checking his phone. “You’re in the clear—for now.”“For now?”“They’ll keep watching. You just walked away from a massacre, Alejandro. No matter how much money and power you have, you made enemies.”I already fucking know that.Marco is out. Claudia is missing. Mia is still alive—for now.I glance at Tom. “Go home. I don’t need you for what comes next.”He hesitates. “Alejandro—”"Handle the press." I clap his shoulder outside the station. "Keep them focused on Helena's history of instability."He nods, adjusting his tie. "The mental health angle plays well. Especially with her previous commitment.""Just make sure it doesn't overshadow the kidnapping charges. I want her legacy to be that of a murderer, not a madwoman.""And the other matter we discussed?""I've got it covered." I dismiss the rest of the legal team and head to my car. Raúl's already waiting.“To the basement?” he asks.“Yeah,” I say. “It’s time.”The safehouse is abo

EstellaI sit in a wheelchair, my fingers curled around the thin blanket draped over my lap. The walls of the hospital room feel like they’re closing in, pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe.It’s been a week since I woke up. Since Dr Sanders’s word changed everything for me. I think back to our exact exchange that day. "Mrs. De Luca" Dr. Sanders sits beside my bed, chart in hand. "Your blood work showed elevated hCG levels." She pauses. "It appears you're pregnant."The words don't make sense at first. Like they're in a language I don't quite understand."That's... that's not possible." I finally find the words to answer, my voice sounds distant. "You see I had an the accident...""I have your previous medical records already." She checks her tablet. "A truck collision one year ago. Your doctors believed the trauma would make conception difficult." She looks up. "But not impossible."My hand finds my stomach. Flat. Unchanged. But..."Six weeks along," she continues

Third Person POVClaudia couldn't appreciate the beauty of the setting sun over the city. She was staring at the city below, fingers gripping the stem of her untouched wine glass. Not when every shadow could hide one of Alejandro's men. Not when her nerves were shot from a week of jumping at every sound. Every noise made her flinch. People going about their lives as if nothing had happened. As if she hadn’t barely escaped death.She exhaled, rubbing her temples. One more day.That’s all she needed.She had it all planned. A new identity again, a new passport, a flight booked under a fake name. She just had to get through tonight. Then, she’d disappear—far away from Alejandro, from his wrath, from the grave she had helped dig.She pulled the curtains shut on the fortieth-floor penthouse. The same routine - check the windows, the doors, the street below. Her bodyguard, Vincent, watched with barely concealed impatience."No one's found us," he said, not for the first time. "This building

Third person pov Vincent stepped into the penthouse study, his military training evident in the way he scanned every corner. His eyes caught on Marco by the window, on the shattered glass by the wall, on Claudia's tense posture."Sit." Marco didn't turn from the window.Vincent ignored the order and remained standing. "I don't take commands from-""Ramos." Marco cut him off. "Carlos Ramos. That's your old war buddy, right? The one flying private charters now?"Vincent's face hardened. "How do you-""You had three tours together." Marco finally turned. "In Afghanistan. Special ops. You were both decorated for bravery, then you got out and joined the private sector.” His gaze flicked to Vincent’s gun holster. “Now you babysit billionaire leftovers while he flies them to safety.”Claudia flinched at 'leftovers' but kept her eyes on the screen. More flight data scrolled past."What do you want?"Marco's smile grew. "I want you to make a call. Tell your old buddy you've got a good juicy o