Semua Bab PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Elena took a slow, deep breath. She turned her head slightly to look at the two security guards who were standing nearby, hovering nervously. "Officers," Elena called out, her voice filled with absolute authority.The two guards immediately stepped forward, standing at attention. "Yes, Ms. Elena?" "Ms. Carnegie no longer holds any executive position in this company," Elena explained, keeping her eyes fixed on Vivienne. "She does not have an employee badge, and she has bypassed our security gates illegally. She is currently trespassing on private corporate property. Please escort her out of the building immediately."Vivienne’s jaw dropped. Her eyes looked like they might pop out of her head. "What? How dare you! Don't you dare touch me!" she screamed as the two large guards stepped up to her sides. "Please step this way, Ms. Carnegie," the first guard said, his voice firm now that he had a direct order from the new boss. He reached out and placed a hand firmly under Vivienne's elbo

Inside a small, dimly lit studio apartment, Sebastian and Vivienne Carnegie were pacing the floor like trapped animals. The room was messy, filled with empty takeout boxes and crumpled papers. "This is our final chance, Sebastian!" Vivienne shouted, her voice shrill as she slammed her laptop down onto a wooden table. "I’ve already contacted three different tabloid journalists. They are hungry for a story. We can launch a massive media campaign tomorrow morning. We will claim that Elena’s new position as CEO is completely illegal, that she used Julian Vane’s money to bribe the board members and forge the asset documents!"Sebastian stood by the window, smoking a cigarette, his face dark and gaunt. He hadn't slept in days. "Will the journalists print it without solid proof?" "They don't need proof for a headline!" Vivienne hissed, her eyes wild with desperation. "Once the rumors start floating online, the Carnegie stock will plummet. The board will panic, and they will be forced to su

The house was quiet, filled only with the soft ticking of the grandfather clock and the warm, golden light of the late afternoon sun. Leo’s first day of school had been an absolute success, and now, the little boy was fast asleep on the large living room rug. He had refused to take off his new navy blue school blazer, but he had kicked off his shiny leather shoes. He lay curled up like a little kitten, his cheek pressed against a soft velvet pillow, with his favorite blue toy train tucked safely under his arm.Elena sat on the floor right next to him, her back resting against the plush base of the sofa. She had a soft, woolen blanket draped over her lap, and her eyes were fixed on her son’s peaceful face. She couldn't stop looking at him. Every time she saw him breathe in and out so calmly, a fresh wave of relief washed over her chest.The heavy front door of the penthouse clicked open, and the sound of quiet, familiar footsteps echoed down the hallway. Elena looked up, her face in

The courtyard of the academy was bustling with activity as the afternoon dismissal bell rang. Sleek luxury vehicles were lined up along the stone driveway, and neatly dressed parents stood in small groups, waiting for their children.Elena and Chloe walked side by side down the paved path toward the kindergarten building as Chloe looked around the beautiful grounds, her eyes wide with appreciation.As they approached the main glass doors of the classroom wing, the school principal, a strict-looking man, noticed Elena. He immediately stopped his conversation with a wealthy-looking couple, turned toward Elena, and offered a deep, respectful bow of his head."Good afternoon, Ms. Elena," He said, his voice smooth and incredibly polite. "I trust young Leo had another wonderful day with us. If there is absolutely anything you or Mr. Vane need regarding his schedule, please let my office know directly."Elena gave him a polite, warm smile. "Thank you. I appreciate it.""Have a lovely afterno

In the dressing room, Victoria was kneeling down in front of her four-year-old son, Toby. She fixed the collar of his neat grey school blazer while he was happily swinging his legs, holding a small toy airplane in his hands. "Now, Toby, listen to me very carefully," Victoria said. Her voice was quiet, but her eyes were very serious. "When you get to school today, I want you to find Leo Vane. Do you understand?" Toby nodded quickly, his soft curls bouncing. "Yes, Mommy! Leo is my best friend! We built a giant Lego tower yesterday. He has a blue train at his house." "That is wonderful," Victoria said, forcing a sweet smile onto her face. She patted his cheek. "I want you to play with him every single day. If he wants to play with the blocks, you play with the blocks. If he wants to use the swings, you help him on the swings. Be the best friend he has ever had. Can you do that for me?" "Yes! I can do that!" Toby cheered, making his toy airplane fly through the air. "I love playing wi