All Chapters of The Billionaire Legacy : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Mia's POV.My eyes opened slowly like someone had glued my eyelids shut and it took all my strength to pry them apart. The light above me was too bright and I had to blink several times before my vision cleared enough to see anything. White ceiling tiles. Fluorescent lights. The steady beep of machines somewhere close by.Hospital. I was in a hospital.I tried to remember how I got here but my thoughts were foggy and slow like trying to walk through thick mud. There had been something wrong with me. Poisoning. Yes. Someone had poisoned me. The memory came back in fragments. The burning in my throat. The pain in my stomach. Collapsing on the floor while my vision went dark.I tried to sit up but my body wouldn't cooperate. My arms felt like they were made of lead and my legs might as well not have existed for all the control I had over them. Even turning my head took effort that left me exhausted.The beeping of the heart monitor next to my bed was steady and rhythmic. An IV line ran f

Daniel's POV.The warehouse smelled like rust and decay. Water dripped somewhere in the darkness making a steady rhythm that echoed off the concrete walls. I sat on an overturned crate in what used to be a storage room with my phone clutched in my hand. The screen lit up for the seventh time in the last hour showing Vincent's name. I declined the call just like I had the previous six times.He wasn't going to stop. Vincent never stopped once he set his mind to something. That much I remembered from when we were partners. Back when I thought his determination was an asset instead of a threat.My suit jacket was draped over another crate nearby. The white shirt I wore was still stained with soot from the airport explosion. I had washed my face in a dirty sink I found in the corner but I could still smell the smoke in my hair. Still feel the heat from those flames even though I had been safely inside my car when the terminal went up.Vincent had tried to kill me. Actually tried to blow m

Daniel's POV.The phone rang again before I could even process what Farok had just said. I looked at the screen and saw it was Mieko calling back on the burner line. My hands were shaking as I answered."Sir we have a problem," Mieko said before I could even speak. His voice was tight with urgency in a way I had never heard before. "A big problem.""What now?" I asked while standing up from the crate. My legs felt unsteady beneath me like they might give out at any moment."That call you just had with Mia," Mieko said. "How long were you on the line with her?"I tried to remember. It felt like only a few seconds but time had a way of stretching when you were under pressure. "I don't know. Two minutes maybe? Three?""Try five," Mieko said. "Five minutes and seventeen seconds to be exact. Do you have any idea what someone can do with five minutes of an active phone signal?"The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. "They traced it.""Not just traced it," Alvin's voice cut in on th

Annabella's POV.The clock on the waiting room wall ticked too loudly in the silence. I watched the second hand move around the face for what felt like the hundredth time since they had wheeled John into surgery. Three hours. It had been three hours and nobody had come out to tell me anything. No updates. No reassurances. Nothing.Peter sat beside me with his legs swinging back and forth off the edge of the plastic chair. He had been patient for a child who had been through what he had been through today but I could see him starting to fidget more. His stomach growled loud enough that I heard it over the hum of the fluorescent lights above us."Mommy," he said while tugging on my sleeve. "I'm hungry."I looked down at him and felt guilt wash over me. When was the last time he had eaten? This morning before everything went wrong? That felt like days ago even though it had only been hours. "I know baby," I said while stroking his hair. "I'm sorry. I should have thought of that.""Can we

ANNABELLA'S POVThe elevator doors opened on the fourth floor and I pulled Peter down the hallway toward the surgical recovery wing. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my ears. The nurse had said John was out of surgery but she hadn't said how he was doing. What if something had gone wrong? What if he was worse than they expected?We reached the recovery ward and I stopped at the nurses station. A woman in blue scrubs looked up from her computer screen."I'm here to see John McQueen," I said. "The nurse called me and said he was out of surgery.""Room 412," the nurse said while pointing down the hall. "The doctor is in there now talking to him. You can go in."I thanked her and walked toward room 412 with Peter's hand still gripped tight in mine. The door was partially open and I could hear voices inside. A man's voice that must have been the doctor. And then John's voice. Weak but definitely John.He was alive. He was awake. He was talking.I pushed the door open and ste