All Chapters of PREGNANT and REJECTED by the BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

POV: MargaretI sat in front of Viktor's computer, my hands trembling as I prepared to destroy my life's work and reputation. The camera on the laptop stared back at me like a black eye, ready to record my confession that would save my daughter and damn myself."Are you ready, Dr. Chen?" Chris's voice came through the encrypted earpiece Viktor's men hadn't found when they searched me. "Once you do this, there's no going back."I looked around the sterile laboratory where Viktor had been keeping me prisoner. Vials of my twisted research lined the shelves, my cancer-fighting formulas perverted into instruments of enhancement and control. This room represented everything my work had become under his influence, a tool for power instead of healing."I'm ready," I whispered. "Start the broadcast."I knew that in minutes, my confession would be streaming live to every major news network in the world. Chris had arranged it all - simultaneous broadcasts that Viktor couldn't stop or control. Th

POV: Rhys Sometimes the greatest battle is fought not with fists, but with hearts and minds.I stared at the wall of monitors in our makeshift war room, watching Viktor's character assassination unfold across every major news network. Photos of Lyra's father filled the screens, accompanied by headlines screaming about "Family Secrets" and "Hidden Addictions." My hands clenched into fists as another report began dissecting her college relationships."Turn it off," Lyra said quietly from the corner, her face pale."No." I stood up, my mind racing. "This is exactly what Viktor wants, for us to hide, to go quiet, to let his narrative win." I turned to Chris, who was frantically typing at three different laptops. "How many media outlets do we control or have relationships with?"Chris looked up, confused. "What do you mean?""I mean, over the past five years, how many newspapers, TV stations, and online platforms have we invested in, partnered with, or helped financially?" I pulled out my

POV: Chris Family isn't just blood—it's the choice to stand together when everything falls apart. The silence in our hotel room was deafening. Emma's phone had gone dark twenty minutes ago, right after she'd whispered "Viktor knows" before the line cut dead. I stared at the laptop screen showing the warehouse's security feeds, feeds that had mysteriously gone offline the moment Emma disappeared. "We have to go after her," Rhys said, pacing like a caged animal. "It's a trap," I replied, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I tried to restore the surveillance feeds. "Viktor wants us to come. He's counting on it." "Then what do you suggest?" Lyra's voice was tight with barely controlled panic. "We leave Emma there? Leave Margaret?" I stopped typing and looked at my hands. Five years ago, I would have cut my losses. Would have said Emma knew the risks, that saving two people wasn't worth exposing the rest of us. That's what the old Chris would have done—the criminal who thought o

POV: Finn Sometimes a child's perspective sees the patterns that adults miss.The timer on the screens showed twenty-six minutes and counting. Around me, the adults were panicking, phones ringing, people shouting, everyone trying to figure out how to stop Viktor from crashing the world's economy. But I wasn't watching the screens or listening to the chaos.I was remembering.The memories had been coming back in pieces ever since Viktor's treatment started wearing off. Fragments of conversations, glimpses of his laboratory, moments when he thought I was unconscious but I could still hear him talking. And now, with the countdown ticking toward disaster, one memory suddenly became crystal clear."I know how to stop him," I said quietly.Nobody heard me over the noise, so I said it louder. "I KNOW HOW TO STOP HIM!"The room fell silent. Mom looked at me from across the hospital room where we'd all gathered around Grandpa David's bed. "Finn, sweetheart, what do you mean?""Viktor's lying,"

POV: DavidI sit alone in my hospital room, the monitors beeping steadily beside me. The afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting shadows across the white walls. My hands tremble as I hold the phone Morrison just used to tell me about Viktor's ultimatum.Forty-five hours. Forty-five hours until the world learns the truth about how I built my empire. I close my eyes, but that only makes it worse. Because when I close my eyes, I see them. All of them. The faces I've spent thirty years trying to forget."Mr. Chen, your heart rate is elevated," a nurse says, entering the room. "You need to rest.""Leave me," I say quietly. "Please."She hesitates, then nods and exits. The door clicks shut, and I'm alone again with my ghosts. Viktor isn't lying. God help me, he isn't lying about any of it.My mind drifts back, and suddenly I'm not in this hospital room anymore.++++++++Prague, 1995.I remember walking into the offices of Novák Industries for the first time. It was a small build