Semua Bab Rejected by a Billionaire, Desired by another.: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Quad Pov AvaAva’s fingers trembled over the phone.The screen glowed with Isabella’s message, simple but lethal:You chose war. Now watch who survives it.Attached, a live video.Her stomach twisted violently.The feed showed a dimly lit room.A baby small, fragile, bundled in pale blankets was crying. But it wasn’t her child. The way Isabella held the infant was deliberate, possessive, almost intimate.Ava’s chest tightened as fear and fury collided.“That… that’s not mine,” she whispered.Lucien knelt beside her instantly. “No, it’s a trap,” he growled. “She’s trying to break you.”“She wants me distracted,” Ava said, voice shaking. “She wants me to make a mistake. To… to lose the baby I have left.”Ethan stepped closer, jaw tight, eyes cold as ice. “We stop running. We end this. Tonight.”Ava’s gaze snapped at him. “You don’t understand. She’s… she’s escalating. She’s not just playing with us anymore she’s turning it personal.”Lucien’s hand brushed her cheek, soft but firm. “We

Triple PovAvaThe court papers lay on the table like a trap waiting to spring.Ava stared at the forged signatures, her fingers trembling slightly. Every letter of Lucien’s name had been twisted, manipulated, made to look like he had sanctioned everything Isabella had done: the contract, the warehouse attacks, the chaos.Her baby slept beside her, wrapped in a soft blanket, oblivious to the storm building around them. And for the first time, Ava felt the weight of just how alone they could all be.“This isn’t just legal maneuvering,” she whispered, turning to Lucien. “She’s trying to rewrite reality. Make the world see me as a liar, you as a villain, and the baby… as hers to control.”Lucien’s jaw tightened. He ran a hand through his hair, uncharacteristically silent. “She’s insane,” he muttered. “But meticulous. Every move calculated.”Ava’s voice hardened. “Then we need to outmaneuver her before she turns everyone against us. Before she steals what’s mine.”Ethan leaned against the

Quad Pov AvaThe car ride away from the estate felt unreal.The city lights blurred past the window, but Ava barely saw them. Her arms ached from holding the baby too tightly, fear having welded her body into a shield. Every breath she took felt borrowed, fragile.The words bloodline and heir echoed in her head like a curse.She finally broke the silence.“That child…” Her voice trembled. “Is related to me. I know it. I felt it.”Lucien’s jaw tightened. He reached across the seat, covering her hand with his. “Isabella wouldn’t invent something this complex unless it was devastatingly real.”Ethan glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “If she’s telling the truth and Isabella never lies when it hurts more then this child isn’t leverage. It’s a claim.”Ava’s throat closed. “A claim to what?”Lucien answered quietly. “To everything she wants to destroy.”LucienLucien had already made the connection.The Moreau legacy wasn’t just money. It was influenced by quiet control over indus

Quad PovAvaThe video replayed in Ava’s mind on a merciless loop.The child’s eyes wide, terrified, unmistakably familiar.Her sibling.Alive.And suffering.Ava stood in the center of the safehouse, phone clenched in her fist, her breath coming in shallow bursts. The baby slept in the next room, unaware that the world had just narrowed into a single, brutal choice.“One hour,” Ava whispered. “She gave me one hour.”Lucien was already moving, barking orders into his phone, mobilizing every contact he had left that wasn’t compromised. His face was carved from stone, fury barely contained.Ethan paced the room like a caged animal. “She wants you isolated. Emotional. If you go to her, she controls the board.”Ava lifted her head slowly. “If I don’t go, my sibling dies.”Silence fell.Lucien turned to her sharply. “You are not going alone.”Ava shook her head. “She said bring the heir. Singular. She’ll be watching for you, for Ethan. If she sees either of you, she kills them.”Lucien’s v

Quad PovLucienThe basement smelled like concrete, iron, and fear.Lucien stood perfectly still, jacket draped over a chair, sleeves rolled to his elbows as if this were just another business negotiation. The single bulb above cast harsh shadows, turning Ethan’s face hollow and unfamiliar.Ethan sat bound to a metal chair, wrists cuffed, jaw tight. Blood trickled from a cut above his browfresh, deliberate. Not punishment.Preparation.Lucien circled him slowly.“Do you know why people think I’m cruel?” Lucien asked calmly.Ethan swallowed. “Because you are.”Lucien stopped behind him. Leaned close.“No,” he said softly. “Because I’m thorough.”He stepped into Ethan’s line of sight.“You didn’t pull the trigger,” Lucien continued. “I know. I saw the footage. I traced the gun. I traced the call logs. I traced you.”Ethan’s shoulders sagged with relief that was instantly premature.“But,” Lucien added, voice sharpening, “you delivered Isabella to my family like a loaded weapon.”Silence