Lahat ng Kabanata ng PREGNANT and REJECTED by the BILLIONAIRE : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 66

Ciara POV (Hours before meeting Rhys)My heart slammed against my ribs as I sped away from the motel, the image of that gun and the chilling note ‘You’re next, Ciara’ seared into my mind like a tornado. The bloody knife Mara had given me weighed heavy in my bag, a constant reminder of the mess I had made. I wanted Rhys to feel the pain of losing me, but helping Don Salvatore kidnap Finn, sending that video to Lyra, and setting fire to Rhys’s warehouse had spiraled out of control. Now Salvatore’s men were hunting me, and I was running, torn between guilt and terror. I had to find Lyra and Finn, had to warn them, even if it cost me everything.I pulled into a rundown apartment I’d used as a safehouse before, hidden in Miami’s grimy underbelly. My hands trembled as I locked the door, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The place was sparse, just a sagging couch, a scratched table, and my laptop, but it felt like a trap closing around me. I sank onto the couch, tears spilling dow

Rhy's POV My heart pounded as I sped through the mountain roads, the coordinates Jake sent burning in my mind. Lyra and Finn were in a cave, running from Vince, from Salvatore’s men, and I was too far away. Guilt tore at me, my betrayal with Ciara, the video, the warehouse fires, all my fault. But worse, Chris was with them, playing hero to my family. Jealousy burned hotter than my fear, my hands shaking on the wheel. Lyra was mine, Finn was my son, and no one was taking them from me.“Hold on, Lyra,” I muttered, my voice raw, tears stinging my eyes. “I’m on my way.”I reached the clearing, my truck skidding to a stop. The cave loomed ahead, dark and jagged, and I grabbed my gun, my heart racing. Jake’s warning about Chris’s shady past, smuggling, maybe drugs fueled my distrust. He wasn’t the saint Lyra thought, and I Will prove it. I ran toward the cave, my boots crunching on gravel, my chest tight with rage and desperation.At the entrance, I saw him, Chris, his arm around Lyra,

Ciara's POVMy heart pounded as I dove behind the couch, Mara’s bullets shattering the safehouse window, glass spraying around me. I clutched the bloody knife she had given me, my hands trembling, my breath ragged. I have crossed Don Salvatore, hacked his phone, and now Mara, his supposed ally, wanted me dead for it. But I wasn’t done. I had to warn Lyra and Finn, had to stop Salvatore’s hit on them. Guilt over Finn’s scared face drove me, pushing past my fear. I wasn’t a killer, and I’d prove it, even if it killed me.I crawled to the door, my heart racing, and sprinted to my car, the gunfire echoing behind me. I floored the gas, speeding toward the mountains, the coordinates from Salvatore’s phone burned into my mind. Lyra and Finn were in a cabin there, and I had to get to them before his men did. Tears streamed down my face, my chest tight with fear and regret. I’d helped destroy Rhys’s life, hurt Lyra, endangered Finn. This was my chance to make it right.I grabbed my phone, my