Semua Bab PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Mark’s POV The room was small and dark. It was a cheap hotel on the edge of the city, but today, it looked like a movie set. Adrian had spent the last three hours barking orders at people I didn't know. There was a woman with a big bag of makeup. There was a young man with a professional ring light and a camera. There was even a girl sitting in the corner with a laptop, typing away at a script. "Stop moving, Mark," the makeup woman said. She was dabbing a grey powder under my eyes. "Why are you making me look like a ghost?" I asked, looking in the small mirror. "I look like I haven't slept in a month." "That’s the point, you idiot," Adrian said from the doorway. He was drinking a coffee and looking at his watch. "Nobody sympathizes with a man who looks healthy and successful. We need you to look broken. We need you to look like a man who has cried every night for five years. We need The Victim look." The makeup artist added some red tint to the corners of my eyes to make them l

Julian’s POV I slammed my phone down on my desk so hard the glass screen protector cracked. The sound of Leo’s screaming was still echoing in my ears. He was terrified. My son was terrified, and I was sitting in a glass office twenty miles away. I walked out of my office and into the main floor where my staff worked. There were over fifty people in the room, and the silence was heavy. Everyone was staring at me. "Nobody leaves!" I roared. My voice bounced off the walls. "I want every IT specialist in this building on the phone with that social media company. I want Mark Montgomery’s account taken down for harassment and child endangerment. Now!" "Sir, we've tried," one of the tech leads said, his voice shaking. "They say they need a court order to take down a personal story unless it violates—" "I don't care what they say!" I stepped toward him, and he jumped back. "Tell them I will sue their entire board of directors. Tell them I am moving all my advertising contracts to their c

Julian’s POVThe morning light in my mother’s house was usually soft and golden, the kind of light that made everything look peaceful. I woke up slowly, my mind still hovering in that brief, sweet moment of forgetfulness as I felt the stiffness in my neck from a bad night’s sleep.I reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen was already lit up with a mountain of notifications. I ignored the texts and the emails, going straight to the news apps. My heart hammered against my ribs as I saw the top trending video.THE REAL JULIAN VANE: THE BEAST BEHIND THE BILLIONS.I pressed play. My own face stared back at me, distorted by the grainy quality of a security camera. The video showed me in the breakroom from yesterday. I saw myself kick the door. I saw myself towering over those two employees, my face twisted in a way that made me look unrecognizable.The audio was the worst part. Someone had edited it, removing the sound of the employees gossiping about Elena and Leo. All that rem

Adrian’s POVIn a luxury hotel suite across town, Adrian Visser was pouring a glass of very expensive champagne. He felt wonderful. He looked at the TV on the wall, which was showing a live feed of the protesters outside the Vane Estate. "Look at that," Adrian said, pointing at the screen. "The Vane Industries stock just hit a ten-year low. Julian is losing millions every second he spends hiding in that house."Mark was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a soft, gray sweater that Adrian had bought him. He had a fake bandage on his forehead to make it look like a protester had accidentally hit him. He looked like a victim. "The tip worked," Mark said, a greedy smile on his face. "The police and the child services people just left the gates. I saw it on the news. They went in there to check on the kid." "Of course they did," Adrian laughed. "I made sure the reports were very detailed. I told them Julian was hitting the walls and screaming. With that video of the breakroom already ou

JULIAN’s POV I checked my messages. Marcus had sent a new location. A private office building owned by a shell company. Adrian’s personal vault. I stood up and grabbed my coat. "Stefan!" I called out. Stefan ran into the room. "What is it?" "I'm going out. I have the location of Adrian’s private records. If that contract exists, it’s there." "Julian, you can't leave! If the press sees you—" "I'm taking the underground tunnel to the garage three blocks away," I said. "They won't see me. I'm taking Marcus and two others. You stay here. Watch the doors. If the police come back, you call my lawyer immediately." "Be careful, Julian," Stefan said. "Adrian is waiting for you to make a move. This could be a trap." "I hope it is," I said. I felt the cold rage settle deep in my bones. "I’m tired of waiting for them to hit me. It’s time I hit back." I walked toward the hidden elevator in the back of the study. I felt a strange sense of peace. I was a man of action, and finally