Todos los capítulos de PREGNANT and REJECTED by the BILLIONAIRE : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Lyra's POVThe silence in my childhood home felt different now. Everything looked the same, the worn leather couch where Dad used to read his newspapers, Mom's collection of ceramic birds on the mantle, the family photos scattered throughout the living room. But Vince's words had poisoned it all.Your parents were stealing from him. They withdrew two million dollars three days before they died.I sat at Dad's old desk in his study, staring at the locked drawer I had never opened. After twenty years, I'd finally found the key in Mom's recipe box, tucked behind her index card for chocolate chip cookies. My hands shook as I turned it in the lock."Are you sure you want to do this alone?" Rhys asked from the doorway. He'd been hovering since we got here, trying to be supportive, but his presence felt suffocating."I need to know the truth," I said, pulling the drawer open.Inside were files I'd never seen before. Bank statements from accounts I didn't recognize. Investment records showing

Rhys's POV The photo of Elena shaking hands with the FBI agent felt like a bomb going off in my head. I stared at it, trying to make sense of what we'd discovered. Lyra's parents weren't just federal informants, they were part of something much bigger. And Elena, the woman hunting us, was supposed to be on the same side. "This changes everything," I said, my voice barely steady. "Does it?" Lyra asked, studying the documents spread across the bank's private viewing room table. "Or does it just make everything more complicated?" "It makes everything more dangerous," I said firmly. "If Elena's FBI and she's still trying to kill us, then someone inside the Bureau wants us dead." Chris was reading through a thick file, his face getting darker with each page. "These aren't just surveillance reports," he said. "These are kill orders. Your parents weren't just gathering evidence they were marked for elimination." "By who?" Lyra asked. "Someone high up," Chris replied. "Someone with th

Ciara's POVThe rope around my wrists was cutting into my skin, but that was the least of my problems. I was tied to a chair in what looked like an old warehouse, and the woman calling herself Elena was pacing in front of me like a caged animal."You're not Elena Martinez," I said, testing the bonds. "Elena Martinez died six months ago."She stopped pacing and smiled. "Very good. I wondered when someone would figure that out.""So who are you really?""Agent Rebecca Torres," she said. "I was David and Margaret Chen's handler for three years."My blood went cold. "You worked with Lyra's parents?""Worked with them, watched them, tried to control them. But they got greedy. Started altering evidence, planting fake information. They thought they were above the law.""So you killed them?""I didn't have to," Torres said. "They made enough enemies that someone else did it for me. But I made sure it happened.""You're a federal agent. You're supposed to protect people.""I protect the system

Lyra's POV I sat in my car outside the apartment building, hands shaking with rage. Not fear, rage. Pure, burning anger at two grown men who couldn't stop fighting long enough to protect my son.My phone buzzed with texts from both of them, but I ignored them. Instead, I grabbed a notepad from my glove box and wrote two identical messages:Your stupid fight cost me my son. Don't follow me. Don't call me. Figure out how to live with what you've done. - LyraI marched back upstairs and slid one note under the door where they were probably still arguing. Then I got back in my car and drove to Chris's apartment, sliding the second note under his door too.They both claimed to love me, but love doesn't abandon a child to settle a score. Love doesn't put ego before family. Love doesn't fail when it matters most.I was done with both of them.The warehouse address from the photo was across town. As I drove, my mind raced through everything that had happened. Elena or Torres, or whatever her

Lyra's POVThe darkness lasted maybe three seconds, but it felt like forever. Emergency lights kicked in, bathing everything in red. Elena was cursing and waving her gun around, trying to figure out what happened."Stay where you are!" she yelled.But I wasn't staying anywhere. The moment the lights went out, I'd grabbed Finn and pulled him behind an old desk. He was shaking, but he was alive."Mommy?" he whispered."Shh, baby. Stay quiet."Heavy footsteps echoed from somewhere above us. Multiple people running down the stairs."FREEZE! POLICE!"Elena spun toward the sound, her gun ready. "How did they find us?"More shouts, more footsteps. Then I heard a voice that made my stomach drop."Lyra! Where are you?"Rhys.Of course he'd come. Of course he'd brought the cavalry and tried to be the hero. Just like always."Elena Martinez, drop your weapon!"Elena laughed. "Elena Martinez is dead, you idiots!""We know who you are, Agent Torres," a different voice called. "We know about your s