Todos os capítulos de PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE : Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

Five minutes later, Julian and Elena walked down the quiet, carpeted hallway of the twentieth floor. This floor was reserved strictly for board members and executive guests. It was lined with dark wood paneling, quiet glass offices, and soft gold lighting.They reached the doors of the private board lounge. He turned the metal handle and pushed the door open.Inside, the room was dimly lit. A large leather sofa sat near a floor to ceiling glass window overlooking the city street below. On the coffee table rested a crystal glass half filled with scotch and a gold pen.Sitting on the sofa, holding his head in his hands, was Nathan. He was a man in his late sixties, with thin grey hair, a thick mustache, and an expensive navy blue suit. He looked old, frail, and terribly tired.When the door opened, he jumped slightly, looking up with wide, nervous eyes. When he saw Julian and Elena standing in the doorway, all the color drained instantly from his face."Julian..." Nathan stammered, his

Victoria had no choice. With a gun pressed against her spine and another pointed at her four year old son, she walked down the secluded pine path toward the eastern park exit. A silver, unmarked van with dark tinted windows was parked along the curb in a no-parking zone, its engine idling quietly. The side sliding door was already pushed wide open. The guard holding Toby stepped into the van first, pulling the crying boy inside. "Toby!" Victoria cried out softly, rushing in right behind him. Victor stepped into the vehicle last, grabbing the handle and sliding the heavy door shut with a sharp, heavy CLACK. Inside the van, it was completely dark except for the dim streetlights passing overhead through the tinted windows. The driver immediately slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and the van surged forward, tires screeching as it turned down a quiet side street and vanished into the city traffic. Victor sat on the bench seat opposite Victoria, resting his hands on his knees. He lo

"Victor used a car fire at the park to steal Toby right out from under Frank's nose," Julian said, his voice hard and cold as steel. "He has them tied up in a dark room right now. He threatened to kill them by four o'clock today if I don't give him my company." "Toby..." Cynthia gasped, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. She covered her face with her trembling hands, her chest heaving as genuine horror washed over her. "Not Toby... he's just a little boy! Oh God, what have I done?" "You can still help them, Cynthia," Elena said gently, leaning down so she was at eye level with her. "Think very carefully. Victor gave you fake addresses for his big safe houses. But did he ever mention a place casually? Did he ever talk about an old property, a boat, or a meeting spot when he thought you weren't listening?" Cynthia wiped her nose with her sleeve, her mind racing through dozens of past conversations with Victor. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember every single evening s

The sharp, piercing wail of the ambulance siren cut through the thick fog, echoing off the concrete walls of the abandoned marina. Red and blue emergency lights flashed wildly against the wet asphalt, casting long, erratic shadows into the grey afternoon sky. Elena sat inside the quiet police command van parked near the harbor entrance, her hands wrapped so tightly around her tablet that her knuckles had turned completely white. Her eyes were glued to the silent radio console on the wall. For thirty agonizing minutes, she had listened to the crackle of static, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. Suddenly, the heavy rear doors of the command van burst open. A young police officer poked his head inside, his breath misting in the cold air. "Miss Elena!" the officer called out urgently. "They're bringing them down from the ship! Mr. Vane has been shot!" Elena's heart stopped dead in her chest. She didn't ask a single question. She didn't grab her coat or her bag.

The soft overhead lights of the hospital hallway hummed quietly as Elena walked down the long corridor away from the conference room. After thanking Captain Miles and the federal prosecutors for their hard work, she felt a heavy weight lift off her shoulders. The legal battles were over, the press conference had succeeded, and the company was safe. But none of that mattered nearly as much as the man sleeping upstairs in the trauma care unit. Elena rode the quiet elevator up to the private executive floor. The doors slid open with a soft chime, and she walked straight to the nurse's station directly outside Julian’s room. A nurse in blue scrubs looked up from her computer terminal and offered Elena a warm, reassuring smile. "Good news, Miss Elena. Mr. Vane’s vitals have completely stabilized over the last hour. The surgeons managed to clean the shoulder wound and repair the muscle tissue without any complications. He is resting deeply right now under the pain medication, but the doc