Semua Bab PREGNANT and REJECTED by the BILLIONAIRE : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Ciara's POV My heart pounded as we stumbled into the safehouse, a crumbling shack on the edge of town, the police sirens fading behind us. Salvatore’s arrest played over and over in my mind, his furious face as cops dragged him away, my stolen evidence sealing his fate. I’d turned on him, risked everything to bring him down, but guilt still clawed at me, sharp and relentless. I’d kidnapped Finn, shattered Lyra’s life, and now Finn’s worsening fever haunted me, his small coughs echoing like accusations. I wanted redemption, but the cost felt heavier than I could bear.Lyra laid Finn on a dusty cot, her hands trembling, her eyes red with tears. “Finn, stay with me,” she whispered, her voice breaking, stroking his sweaty forehead. His small body shivered, his bandaged arm bloody, and my chest ached, knowing I had caused this pain.Rhys bolted the door, his gun raised, his voice tense. “We’re clear for now, but we need a plan. Finn needs a hospital.”Chris, pale and bleeding from Henr

Rhy's POV I watched Lyra cradle Finn against her chest, her fingers smoothing through his damp hair as the paramedic worked around them. The stranger had arrived with credentials and a calm efficiency that immediately put everyone at ease, everyone except me. My eyes kept darting between the medic checking Finn's temperature and Chris, who stood guard by the window like some kind of sentinel."His fever's breaking," the paramedic announced, packing away his supplies. "The antibiotics are working. He'll be fine with rest and fluids."The relief that washed over Lyra's face was like watching the sun break through storm clouds. She pressed a kiss to Finn's forehead, whispering something I couldn't hear. My chest tightened. I should have been the one she turned to in that moment of relief. Instead, her eyes found Chris first, a silent thank you passing between them that cut deeper than any blade."We need to move," the paramedic continued. "There's a secure safehouse twenty minutes from

Lyra POV The cold night air bit at my skin as I hurried through the empty streets, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. The message had been clear: Meet me at the old pier. Midnight. Come alone, or the boy dies.Every step felt like a betrayal. I'd left Finn sleeping peacefully on the couch, trusting Chris to keep him safe. I slipped past Rhys without a word, knowing he'd try to stop me if he knew. But what choice did I have? The message mentioned my parents, and whoever sent it knew things about our family that no one should know.The pier stretched out into the darkness ahead, its old wooden boards creaking in the wind. Fog rolled in from the water, making the yellow streetlights look like ghosts. I pulled my jacket tighter around me and checked the time. 11:58 PM."You came."I turned around, my heart hammering. A woman stepped out of the shadows near the pier entrance. She was older, maybe in her fifties, with silver-streaked hair and tired eyes. She wore a long coat that had se

Chris POV The church bomb threat had everyone on edge. I watched Lyra pace the small safehouse living room, her phone clutched in her hand like a lifeline. Rhys was at the window, supposedly keeping watch, but I could see him stealing glances at her every few seconds.The tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife. His accusation about my feelings for Lyra hung in the air like smoke, impossible to ignore. He wasn't wrong, I was in love with her. But what he didn't understand was that I hated myself for it."We need to think this through," I said, trying to focus on the immediate threat. "The second traitor wants you at the church. It's obviously a trap.""Everything's a trap," Lyra said, echoing her earlier words. "But what choice do I have? They're threatening Finn."I looked at her son, still sleeping peacefully on the couch. The fever had broken, but he looked so small, so vulnerable. The thought of anyone hurting him made my chest tight with rage."There has to be a

Lyra's POVThe fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor made everything look pale and lifeless. I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair outside Finn's room, watching the doctors through the glass window as they checked his vitals. His small body looked even smaller against the white sheets, and the steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound keeping me sane."His fever broke completely," Dr. Martinez said as she emerged from the room. "The antibiotics are working. He's going to be fine, Mrs. Reynolds."I should have felt relieved. I should have felt joy. Instead, all I felt was a hollow ache in my chest. Fine. Finn was going to be fine. But would any of us truly be fine after everything that had happened?"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.The doctor squeezed my shoulder gently before walking away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. But not for long."Lyra." Rhys's voice came from behind me. I didn't turn around."How is he?" Chris asked, appearing on my ot