《PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE 》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Elena’s POVThe house was cold. It was a massive mansion owned by Adrian Visser, filled with marble floors and expensive statues, but it felt like a graveyard. After the long, terrifying flight and the bumpy car ride, we were finally inside. Leo was exhausted. His small face was tear-stained, and his breathing was heavy. I sat on the edge of the large, fancy bed in the room they gave him. I stroked his hair, humming a soft tune I had sung to him since he was a baby in our quiet coastal home. "Mama?" he whispered, his eyes half-closed."I’m here, Leo. Go to sleep. I won’t leave you.""Don't let the scary man come back," he mumbled."I won't. I promise."I stayed there for an hour, even after his breathing turned into deep, rhythmic snores. I just wanted to sit in the dark and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist. I wanted to forget about Julian’s helicopters, Mark’s crazy eyes, and the gun Adrian’s man had fired.The door creaked open. I froze.Mark stood there. He had changed

Elena’s POVThe morning light felt like a sharp slap against my face. I hadn't slept more than two hours, my mind spinning with escape plans that all ended in dead ends. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mark’s desperate, hungry expression. I felt a small, persistent tugging on my arm and a soft voice whispering in my ear, pulling me back to the cold reality of Adrian Visser’s mansion."Mama? Mama, please wake up. My tummy hurts because it’s empty."I forced my eyes open. Leo was sitting right next to my pillow, his dark hair sticking up in every direction. He looked so small and pale in the giant, expensive guest bed."Good morning, my love," I whispered, my voice thick with sleep. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the exhaustion. "Why didn't you go downstairs, Leo? I’m sure the kitchen is full of good food. The chefs here probably make the best pancakes in the world."Leo shook his head hard, his bottom lip trembling. He clutched his old teddy bear to his chest as i

Elena’s POVThe air in the garden turned ice-cold the moment the guard shouted that Leo was gone. My heart didn't just skip a beat; it felt like it stopped entirely. I looked at the empty black SUV, then back at the sea of guards. My son, my little boy, was out there somewhere in a city he didn't know, surrounded by people who wanted to hurt us."Leo!" I screamed, my voice tearing through the quiet of the garden. I tried to run toward the gate, but a heavy hand clamped down on my shoulder."Stay put, Elena!" Mark hissed. His face was twisted with a mix of panic and fury. He wasn't worried about Leo’s safety; he was worried about his plan falling apart.Adrian stepped forward, his eyes like flint. He looked at the guards with pure murder in his gaze. "You idiots! How do you lose a four-year-old child in a fenced garden? Find him! Now!"The lackeys scattered, shouting into their radios. The priest stood by the altar, looking like he wanted to melt into the stone. The ceremony was a wre

Julian’s POVThe hospital hallway was too bright. It felt like the white lights were burning into my skull. My heart was thumping against my ribs, a wild animal trying to break free. In my arms, Elena was trembling. She was still barefoot, her feet cleaned and bandaged by my private medic in the car, but she looked like she might shatter if I let go.We reached Room 402. Two of my best security guards stood outside the door like stone pillars. They bowed their heads as I approached."My mother?" I asked, my voice sounding like it was coming from deep underwater."Inside with the boy, sir," the guard replied.I pushed the door open. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of a heart monitor and the rustle of a page being turned. My mother, Lady Catherine, was sitting in a chair by the bed. And there, propped up against the pillows, was the boy.I stopped in my tracks. The world around me simply ceased to exist. He was small. So much smaller than I had imagined. He was wearing overs

Julian’s POV The clock on the wall of my study struck midnight. The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow of the computer monitors and a single lamp on my desk. I sat in my large leather chair, feeling the weight of the day. My body was tired, but my mind was racing. On the large screen in front of me, a video call was active. My right-hand man, Stefan, looked back at me. He had just returned to his hotel room after a long work trip in Europe. He looked tired, but his eyes were sharp. "So," Stefan said, leaning back in his chair. "I leave for one week, and the whole world turns upside down. You found her? And the boy?" I nodded, rubbing my face with my hands. "I found them. Or rather, my mother found the boy, and Elena found me. It was a mess, Stefan. Mark and Adrian tried to force her into a wedding." I spent the next thirty minutes telling Stefan everything. I told him about the garden, the missing signature, Elena’s escape, and the moment I saw Leo at the hospital. Stefan l