All Chapters of PREGNANT and REJECTED by the BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

POV: ChrisI stared at the stolen files spread across the abandoned warehouse table, my hands shaking as I read document after document. Each page revealed another layer of Viktor's plan that made my blood run cold.It had taken me three days to break into Viktor's encrypted servers. Three days of sleepless nights, hacking through security systems I barely understood, following digital breadcrumbs that led me deeper into a conspiracy I never imagined possible."This can't be real," I muttered, picking up a spreadsheet labeled "Global Enhancement Schedule."But it was real. Every horrifying detail was backed up by financial records, medical reports, and communication logs that stretched back years. Viktor wasn't just planning to dose Manhattan's water supply. That was only the beginning.My phone buzzed. Rhys."Any luck finding Margaret?" his voice was tight with worry."I found something worse," I said, my eyes scanning a list of names that made my stomach churn. "Viktor's been playin

POV: EmmaMy hands shook as I pointed the gun at my brother's chest. Five years of training under Viktor's brutal regime had taught me to hide my emotions, but seeing Rhys again shattered every wall I'd built around my heart."Emma, please," Rhys's voice cracked with pain. "Whatever Viktor has done to you, we can fix this. I thought you were dead. I mourned you."I forced my face to remain stone cold, even as tears threatened to spill. "You mourned a lie. Just like everything else in our family."Danny laughed from above on the catwalk. "See how easy it is, Rhys? Family loyalty means nothing when survival is on the line."But Danny didn't know the truth. None of them did. Only Viktor knew what really happened five years ago, and he'd used that knowledge to control me ever since."Do it, Emma," Danny commanded. "Prove your loyalty to Viktor."My finger tightened on the trigger, but I couldn't pull it. Not yet. I needed Rhys to understand what had really happened, even if it was the las

POV: DavidThe heart monitor beside my hospital bed beeped steadily as I stared at the laptop screen, my fingers flying across the keyboard despite the IV tube in my arm. The doctors said I needed rest after my heart attack, but rest was a luxury I couldn't afford. Not when Viktor had my grandson and was planning to destroy everything I'd spent decades building."Sir, you really should be sleeping," my assistant Jennifer said from the chair beside my bed. "The doctors were very clear about..""The doctors don't understand what's at stake," I interrupted, pulling up another financial report. "Viktor thinks I'm weak, lying here in this bed. He's about to learn how wrong he is."My phone buzzed with Finn's call just as I was reviewing Viktor's shell company structures. Hearing my grandson's voice, brave and scared at the same time, had filled me with both pride and terror. But it had also given me exactly the information I needed."Jennifer, get me Robert Chen from Goldman Sachs. Then I

POV: ViktorI watched through the two-way mirror as Rhys and Lyra sat chained to chairs in separate rooms, each unaware that the other was just twenty feet away. After years of planning, months of manipulation, and weeks of psychological warfare, everything had led to this moment.My masterpiece was finally ready to begin."Sir," my assistant Pavel said quietly behind me, "the video feeds are ready. Both subjects can see and hear each other now.""Excellent." I straightened my tie and checked my appearance in the mirror. First impressions mattered, even at the end of the game. "Activate the feeds. It's time they understood their situation."I walked into the main room where both video screens showed Rhys and Lyra's shocked faces as they saw each other for the first time in hours. Their relief at seeing each other alive was quickly replaced by fear as they realized the implications."Viktor," Rhys's voice came through the speakers, filled with barely controlled rage. "Let her go. This

POV: ChrisMy hands flew across the keyboard as I stared at screen after screen of fabricated evidence. Bank records, email trails, financial transactions - all of it pointing to Rhys and Lyra as the masterminds behind an international money laundering operation. Viktor hadn't just framed them; he'd created a masterpiece of deception."This is impossible," I muttered, scrolling through another damning document. "No one could create this much fake evidence this quickly."David's voice came through my earpiece as he monitored police communications from his hospital bed. "Unless they'd been planning it for years. Viktor's been building this frame job since the day he started watching our family."I was holed up in an abandoned office building downtown, surrounded by laptops and hard drives I'd "borrowed" from various sources. Every law enforcement agency in the country was looking for Rhys and Lyra, and Viktor's mercenaries were hunting them too. I was their only hope of proving their in