All Chapters of PREGNANT and REJECTED by the BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lyra's POV The smell of fresh paint and cardboard boxes filled our new apartment as I watched Finn bounce excitedly from room to room. After everything we'd been through, this felt like a miracle, a clean slate, a chance to start over without the shadows of the past haunting every corner."Mom, look! My new room has two windows!" Finn called out, his voice echoing through the empty space. The joy in his voice made my heart swell. For the first time in months, he sounded like a normal six-year-old boy instead of someone who'd witnessed too much adult drama.Chris appeared in the doorway carrying another box, his t-shirt slightly damp with sweat. "That's the last of the heavy stuff," he said, setting it down carefully. "Where do you want the kitchen boxes?""Just put them on the counter for now," I replied, trying not to notice how his shirt clung to his chest or how his hair fell across his forehead when he leaned over. Three weeks since the divorce was finalized, and I was still adju

Elena's POVThe abandoned subway tunnel felt like home now. Funny how three weeks of living underground could make concrete walls and the smell of rust seem cozy. I adjusted the battery-powered monitor showing the feed from the camera I'd planted across from Lyra's apartment and smiled at what I saw.Chris was leaving her building, looking all heroic and determined. Poor fool had no idea he was walking right into my web."He found your little hideout, didn't he?" a familiar voice said behind me.I turned to see my partner emerging from the shadows, carrying two cups of coffee from the thermos we kept heated on the camping stove."Right on schedule," I replied, taking the steaming cup gratefully. "Chris always was predictable. Show him a mystery, and he has to solve it. Just like his father."My partner settled into the folding chair beside me, studying the surveillance monitors with satisfaction. "The flowers were a nice touch. Lyra looked properly terrified.""She should be," I said,

Margaret's POVTwenty years ago, I woke up in a hospital room with no memory of how I got there. The last thing I remembered was David screaming my name as our car spun out of control on the wet highway. A man in a dark suit was sitting beside my bed, and when I tried to speak, my throat felt like it was full of broken glass."Mrs. Chen," the man said quietly. "My name is Director Harrison. You're safe now, but I need you to listen very carefully.""Where's David?" I managed to croak. "Where's my husband? Where's my daughter?""Your husband is alive, but he's in a medically induced coma. The crash was... severe. As for your daughter, she's with your sister right now. She thinks you're both dead."The words hit me like a physical blow. "What do you mean she thinks we're dead?"Director Harrison leaned forward, his expression grave. "The accident wasn't an accident, Margaret. Elena Torres discovered you were building a case against her. She arranged for both of you to be eliminated, but

Chris's POVThe world felt like it was spinning off its axis. I sat on Emma's porch steps, staring at my hands, trying to process what Margaret had just told us. David Chen was my father. The man whose case had brought me into Lyra's life was the same man who'd given me life thirty-four years ago."Chris," Lyra said softly, sitting down beside me but careful not to touch. "We need to talk about this."I looked at her, this woman I'd fallen in love with, who I'd been ready to build a life with and saw my sister. Half-sister. The distinction didn't matter. The damage was done."What is there to talk about?" I asked, my voice hollow. "We can't be together. We can never be together.""I know that," she said, and the pain in her voice matched my own. "But we can figure out how to move forward from this. How to still be... family."The word felt foreign and strange. Family. I'd spent most of my life believing I had no real family, no blood connections. Now I had a sister, a nephew, and a st

Rhys's POVElena's threat about a family funeral still echoed in my ears as I looked at Chris, my brother, apparently. The word felt foreign, like a language I'd never learned to speak. Thirty-four years old, and I was just now discovering I had a sibling."We need to get everyone inside," Margaret said, scanning the street nervously. "Elena's somewhere close if she can access speakers on the property.""Actually," Chris said, pulling out his phone, "I think I know where those speakers are coming from." He held up his device, showing an app I'd never seen before. "My car's Bluetooth is connected to Emma's outdoor sound system. Elena must have hacked it remotely.""That's terrifyingly advanced," Emma said from the doorway, holding Finn's hand."Elena's always been good with technology," Margaret replied grimly. "Among other things."As we moved toward the house, I found myself walking beside Chris. The similarity in our gaits was unsettling had we always moved the same way, or was I ju