All Chapters of Rejected by a Billionaire, Desired by another.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

Quad Pov Ava Everything felt unreal like the world had slipped sideways and never quite settled back into place. Glass crunched beneath her knees. Blood streaked the floor in dark, uneven lines. Alarms screamed from every direction, their shrill cries slicing into her skull until she could barely think. Red emergency lights flashed, bathing the NICU in pulses of fractured color, turning familiar faces into ghosts. Her arms trembled as she pressed herself against Lucien’s chest, the surviving twin cradled protectively between them. The baby was impossibly small, wrapped in wires and soft blankets, skin too pale, chest fluttering with fragile effort. Alive. Barely. Lucien’s heartbeat thundered beneath her ear fast, controlled, coiled with violence. “Stay here,” he said sharply, already pulling away. “I’m not leaving,” Ava whispered, her voice breaking. “I won’t.” He didn’t argue. He never did when it came to her. He only stepped forward, placing himself between her a

Alright.We go deeper, darker, and more devastating—this chapter tightens the noose and forces Ava into an impossible choice. This is written to hook readers emotionally and psychologically, exactly what GoodNovel editors look for.---Quad PovAvaThe room smelled like antiseptic and metal.Cold. Clean. Merciless.Ava sat strapped to the chair, wrists numb from the restraints, lungs still burning faintly from the gas. The screen in front of her flickered again, stabilizing into a clear image.The NICU.Her heart seized.Ethan sat slumped beside the incubator, pale as death, an IV still taped to his arm. Blood drained steadily from him into a bag that fed into the tiny body inside the glass.Her baby.So small. Too small.The monitor beeped slow, fragile, stubborn.Alive.A sob tore out of her chest.“Look at him,” Isabella said softly, stepping into view beside the screen. “Fighting so hard. Just like you.”Ava didn’t look away. She couldn’t. Her entire world was inside that box.“Wh

Triple Pov Lucien The moment the screen went dark, something inside Lucien Moreau died. Not the part of him that loved. That part would never die. It was the part that believed restraint still mattered. He stood perfectly still in the war room, blood seeping steadily through the bandage at his side, dripping onto the marble floor like a countdown. No one spoke. No one dared. Florence trembled beneath his silence. “Lock the doors,” Lucien said quietly. The technician froze. “Sir?” “Every door,” Lucien repeated, voice calm, lethal. “Palazzo Moreau is now sealed. No one enters. No one leaves.” His gaze lifted slowly, fixing on the wall of screens where Isabella’s signal had vanished. “She wants me civil,” he said. “That was her mistake.” He turned. “Prepare the Black Protocol.” A collective inhale swept the room. The Black Protocol wasn’t a threat. It was extinction. Ethan Ethan woke choking on copper. Pain slammed into him in waves, white-hot and merciless. His arm

Triple PovAvaPain became everything.It wrapped around Ava’s spine, clenched her lungs, hollowed her out from the inside until there was nothing left but instinct. White lights burned above her. Voices overlapped urgent, clipped, distant.“BP dropping”“Prep for emergency intervention”“She’s bleeding”“No,” Ava gasped. “Please… my baby…”Her fingers clawed weakly at the sheets as another contraction tore through her, sharper than the last. This wasn’t labor. She knew that much. This was something else. Something wrong.She felt it before anyone said it.Loss had a sound.It was the way the machine’s rhythm faltered. The way the room went suddenly, horribly quiet.“Ava,” a doctor said softly, too softly.Ava turned her head, heart slamming. “No. Don’t say it.”The doctor swallowed. “We’re trying to stabilize”“I said don’t say it!” Ava screamed, tears flooding her temples. “You don’t get to decide this!”Her body betrayed her, shaking violently as blood loss drained her strength. Sh