All Chapters of Rejected by a Billionaire, Desired by another.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Quad PovAvaFear had a sound.It was the slow click of the door as it shut behind Isabella.Ava’s breath locked in her chest. The room felt smaller instantly, the air thicker, as if something poisonous had slipped inside and begun to spread. Isabella stood just beyond the threshold, her silhouette framed by the dim hallway light elegant, composed, terrifyingly calm.Alive.Scarred.Smiling.“You look thinner,” Isabella said softly, eyes roaming over Ava’s pale face, the IV lines, the bruises that hadn’t yet faded. “Grief suits you. It makes you real.”Lucien stepped forward, gun raised, his body forming a shield without hesitation.“Another step,” he warned, voice low and lethal, “and you don’t leave this room alive.”Isabella’s gaze slid to the weapon, unimpressed. “You won’t shoot,” she said. “Not with her watching.”She tilted her head slightly, eyes glittering. “You never did like making a mess in front of Ava.”Ava’s fingers curled into the sheets. Her heart hammered so hard it

Triple PovLucienDarkness returned slowly.Not the violent kind that came with pain, but a deliberate one controlled, intentional. Lucien’s senses sharpened before his eyes opened. The air smelled of metal and antiseptic. His wrists ached.Restraints.He tested them once. Carbon fiber cuffs. Industrial grade.Victor didn’t intend for him to escape.Lucien opened his eyes.The room was windowless, walls smooth and white, lights recessed into the ceiling like unblinking eyes. Medical equipment surrounded him, humming softly. A drip fed into his arm something clear and steady.Keeping him alive.A door slid open without a sound.Victor Blackwell stepped inside.“You’re awake,” Victor said pleasantly. “Good. I hate speaking to unconscious men.”Lucien’s voice was hoarse. “You always hide behind glass and guns?”Victor smiled faintly. “Power is about distance.”Lucien’s gaze hardened. “Then you’ve already lost.”Victor chuckled, pulling up a chair. “Still defiant. Even now.”He sat. “You

Quad Pov Ava Pain wasn’t sharp. It was consuming an ocean swallowing her whole. Ava floated in and out of consciousness, aware only of pressure, heat, and the echo of voices that seemed impossibly far away. Her body felt heavy, unresponsive, as if it no longer belonged to her. Her hand was wet. Blood. Too much blood. “Stay with me,” someone was saying. Ethan. His voice cracked, raw with fear. “Please Ava don’t you dare” She tried to answer him. Tried to tell him she was still here. But the darkness kept pulling her under. The last thing she felt was her stomach tightening violently, a deep, terrifying cramp that stole her breath Then nothing. Ethan “No no no” Ethan pressed his hands against Ava’s abdomen, panic detonating inside his chest as blood soaked through his fingers. He shouted orders into his comm, voice hoarse, barely coherent. “Medic now! I need evac now!” The compound was chaos. Smoke choked the air. Sirens wailed. Gunfire echoed from the lower levels as

Quad PovAvaAva woke to silence.Not the peaceful kind the wrong kind.No birds. No distant hum of life. Just a hollow, oppressive stillness that pressed against her ears until panic crept in. Her eyelids fluttered open slowly, each blink burning like she was waking from fire.White ceiling. Harsh lights.Hospital.Her body screamed in fragments. Every nerve felt raw, exposed. Her throat was dry, tongue heavy, chest aching with every shallow breath.She tried to move.Pain detonated.A strangled sound escaped her lips.“Ava.”Lucien’s voice broke through the fog.She turned her head slightly. He was there standing beside the bed, eyes bloodshot, jaw unshaven, suit wrinkled like he hadn’t slept in days. One hand clutched the railing of the bed as if it were the only thing keeping him upright.“You’re awake,” he whispered, like speaking louder might shatter her.Her heart lurched.“The baby,” she croaked.Lucien froze.The silence answered her before he did.Fear surged violently throu

Quad PovAvaThe alarm was screaming.Not the steady, controlled warning she had grown used to but a violent, broken shriek that clawed at Ava’s nerves. Red lights strobed wildly as smoke rolled across the ceiling like a living thing.“No no no” she whispered, struggling upright as pain ripped through her abdomen.The incubator.Her heart slammed so hard she thought it might tear free of her chest.“That’s my baby!” she screamed.She tore the IV from her arm and swung her legs over the side of the bed, ignoring Lucien’s shout behind her. Blood dotted the floor as she staggered forward, hands shaking, vision tunneling.The monitor was flat.Silent.Too silent.A nurse rushed in, coughing, already performing emergency procedures. Another shouted for respiratory support. The room smelled like smoke and metal and fear.Ava grabbed the edge of the incubator.“Please,” she whispered, forehead pressed to the glass. “Please breathe.”Nothing.The world fractured.LucienLucien didn’t think.H