All Chapters of FAMOUS DOCTOR RETURNS WITH THE EX’S BABY: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Adam's POV "Adam –" He whispered, taking a step forward.The shot cracked through the air again.Ryan fell.The sound of the gun Echoed and for a moment, it felt like it was vibrating through me.My knees buckled. I couldn’t breathe.The world spun as I stared at him lying motionless on the ground. My chest clenched so tight it felt like I'd die.I dropped the gun, shaking so badly, I could barely pull my phone from my pocket. I lifted it, snapping the evidence he wanted, Ryan’s body on the floor.Then I sat down, my body felt heavy and empty. The phone slipped from my hand as a sob tore out of me."Blair." I whispered, my voice breaking. "Daddy’s sorry. I’m so sorry."My vision blurred as hot tears slid down my face. I covered my eyes with both hands, but it didn’t stop the images , her crying in that video, begging to come home. Every sound, every tear, every word haunted me.I bent forward, gripping my hair. "Please, God, please, let her be safe."The silence was deafening. Then

Amanda's POV The first time I heard it, I thought it was a mistake."Ryan… Ryan Sandler… was killed in a car accident last night."The words barely reached my ears. My brain refused to process them. I stood frozen in the kitchen, the coffee I had barely sipped cooling in my hand. My body felt disconnected, like I was watching someone else hear the news.No. That wasn’t possible.I picked my phone and dialed his number repeatedly, it wasn't reachable. Adam was unreachable too.I remembered the message he sent, I had read it and thought it was a way of him apologizing for how he had been acting lately. Silly me, I thought he had sent the text because he needed time to cool off, Maybe he thought space was what we needed, I needed that too but I was just glad he messaged.Now what was the newscaster saying again? Why was his picture on the screen?"Impossible," I whispered to myself, rocking slightly on the balls of my feet. My hands trembled, clutching the mug until my knuckles went whi

Ryan’s POVIt's a crazy thing when everyone thinks you're dead, the people who weren't informed, the media houses and sometimes I almost believe it too.Nights feel longer now. Days feel empty. I moved like a shadow, slipping through places no one looks twice at. Abandoned motels. Broken buildings. Dirty alleys. I eat only when I have to. I sleep only when my body gives out.I don’t belong anywhere, not anymore. And maybe that’s the point. Maybe that’s what I deserve. As much as I enjoyed it, I knew I couldn't do this for long.Adam needed me.And Blair… she didn’t deserve the hell Thomas put her in.So I kept breathing, just hidden.The motel I used tonight smelled like mold and wet carpet. The wallpaper was peeling, the window didn’t close right. It was the kind of place cops ignored and thieves didn’t bother with. The kind of place nobody would think a “dead man” would hide.I stood near the window, Amanda’s face flashed in my mind again. I somehow knew my fake death would break he

Ryan's POV "Fuck you." I said slamming his head hard against the wall. While holding him, he had let out a shot at the wall, probably to alert his partners. I dragged the him inside before he could regain his senses, tied his hands behind the chair, and kicked the door shut. The wind outside blew roughly against the building, making the whole place shake. Adam was still crutched down, breathing hard. I couldn’t blame him. finding his daughter’s shoes, seeing her drawings, that would break any man. But I needed him calm. I needed him steady. One wrong move in a place like this, and we could lose the only chance we had to get Blair back. The guard groaned as he began to wake. His eyes fluttered, then widened when he saw me standing in front of him. "You." he whispered. "You’re dead." "Not dead enough." I said. His breathing increased into quick, shaky puffs. He tried to shove himself backward, but the ropes held tight. The chair creaked under him. I pulled up another chair and

Ryan's POV I couldn’t breathe .I pace the small motel room with Adam trailing behind me, his footsteps soft on the creaking floor. My hands are shaking so badly I almost drop the photo again, the one that started it all. My nanny and Thomas lookalike.My childhood, my father’s death, the fire, everything. They’re all tangled together in a way I’ve never seen before."Ryan… what is it?" Adam asks, his voice low. He knows when I panic like this, it isn’t just panic. It’s rage mixed with fear, and I can feel it radiating from me."I… I don’t know where to start." I mutter, gripping the photo until my knuckles whiten. "Look at this, Adam. Look at them."Adam steps closer, leaning over my shoulder. He squints at the image."Thomas, and who's this Lady?"I nod, pacing again. "That's not Thomas.""What?" He asked taking the picture from me. "The resemblance is uncanny.""Decades ago. My house. My childhood. And I didn’t see it until now. He wasn’t just lurking around when the fire happened