Alle Kapitel von I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Kapitel 121 – Kapitel 130

Thomas's POV I stood behind the police barricade feeling more useless than I had ever felt in my entire life. My daughter was inside that warehouse with a madman who had already tried to kill her once. My grandson, barely two years old, was in the arms of that same monster. And I could do nothing but stand here and wait. Beverly's hand was ice cold in mine. She had been praying quietly for the past twenty minutes, tears streaming down her face in steady rivers. I wanted to comfort her, wanted to tell her everything would be okay, but the words stuck in my throat because I did not know if they were true. "Why are they not doing anything?" Beverly's voice cracked. "Why are they just standing there?" I looked at the police officers and Four's security team huddled around tactical maps and radio equipment. They were doing something, coordinating strategies and contingency plans, but it all felt too slow.

  Four's POV Sixty seconds. That was all I had. Sixty seconds to find Veronica and Monte in a warehouse the size of an aeroplane hangar, get them out, and survive the explosion that would turn this entire building into rubble and fire. My military training kicked in with brutal efficiency. Time slowed down. My vision narrowed. Every sound became amplified. I could hear Manuel screaming in my earpiece to evacuate but I ripped the device out and threw it away. I did not need distractions. I needed focus. Veronica had run east. I had seen her disappear in that direction when Jason started chasing her. The smoke was thick now, grey and choking, but I pushed through it, vaulting over debris and dodging fallen beams. My lungs burned. My eyes watered. None of it mattered. Fifty seconds. I heard Monte crying before I saw them. The sound cut through the chaos lik

  Dr Chen's POV I was reviewing patient charts in my office when the emergency alert came through. Mass casualty incident. Explosion at Pier 23. Multiple victims incoming. I grabbed my white coat and ran toward the trauma bay, my mind already shifting into the cold focus required for emergency medicine. Then I heard Veronica's name over the intercom and my professional detachment cracked. I had been Veronica's doctor for three years. I delivered Monte. I treated her injuries when Jason put her in the hospital. I knew this family and now they were caught in another nightmare. I reached the trauma bay as the first ambulance arrived. Veronica came in conscious and walking, clutching Monte against her chest. Relief flooded through me so powerfully that I had to pause and take a breath. They were alive. Shaken and scared but alive. Then the second ambulance arrived and my relief

Veronica's POVI refused to leave his bedside. The nurses tried to make me go home, told me I needed rest, that Monte needed me. But Monte had my parents and Four had no one except me. So I stayed.The ICU was cold and sterile and smelled like antiseptic and death. Machines beeped constantly, monitoring every breath Four took, every beat of his heart. Tubes ran from his arms and chest. Bandages covered the burns that stretched across his back and shoulders. His face was pale and drawn, making him look years older than he was.I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair beside his bed and watched him breathe. In and out. In and out. Each breath was a small victory against the injuries trying to kill him.Manuel brought Monte to visit on the second day. My son toddled into the room and his little face crumpled when he saw Four lying so still and broken. Monte reached for him, whimpering, not understanding why his daddy would not pick him up.The word hit me like a physical blow. Daddy. Wh

Mia's POVI watched the news coverage from my safe house in Connecticut, my perfectly manicured nails digging into the leather armrest hard enough to leave marks. The reporter stood outside the hospital, breathless with excitement as she delivered the update that made my blood boil."Four Winter, billionaire CEO of Winter Enterprises, is in stable condition following the warehouse explosion that claimed the life of Jason Castellano. Sources say Winter is expected to make a full recovery."I threw my glass of wine at the television screen. It shattered on impact, red liquid dripping down like blood. Full recovery. The words tasted like poison in my mouth.He was supposed to die. The explosion was supposed to kill him or break him so completely that he would be nothing but a shell. Instead, he survived. Again. Four always survived and it was starting to become a problem.I had planned everything so carefully. Befriended Jason at family events, fed his paranoia about Veronica leaving him