All Chapters of PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

103 Chapters

Viral lie?

Elena’s POV"I’m going to the store," I told Julian as he stood in the foyer, adjusting his expensive watch."I’ll have the security team pull the cars around," he said. He didn't even look up. He said it like it was a rule."No," I said firmly. "No guards. No black SUVs. I just want to go to the mart with my son. I want to walk through the aisles without four men in suits breathing down my neck."Julian finally looked at me. His eyes were hard. "It isn't safe, Elena. Mark is still out there.""Mark doesn't even have a car right now, Julian. And nobody knows where I’ll be. I am taking Leo, and we are going alone. If you don't like it, you can try to stop me, but I won't come back to this house tonight."It was a threat, and we both knew it. Julian clenched his jaw. He looked like he wanted to argue, but he saw the look on my face. He knew I was at my breaking point."Fine," he said, his voice tight. "I’ll drive you myself on my way to the office. I’ll drop you at the front door. But y

A scripted lie

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

Daddy help

Julian’s POVThe morning had started well. I was in my office, feeling a strange sense of energy. Having Leo and Elena in my house changed everything. The air felt different. Stefan was sitting on the edge of my desk, tossing a stress ball into the air. "Look at you," Stefan teased. "The Great Julian Vane, smiling at his coffee. You’ve turned into a real family man, haven't you? Next thing I know, you’ll be wearing a sweater vest and hosting backyard barbecues." "Shut up, Stefan," I said, though I couldn't hide the small smile. "I'm just happy they're safe." "Sure, sure," Stefan said. "But let's talk business. The merger with the tech firm in Singapore is almost ready. We just need your final signature." We talked for a while about the numbers. It was normal. It was easy. Then, my personal phone buzzed. It was my mother. "Julian," she said when I picked up. "I’m at the mall. I’ve bought way too many things for Leo. I have a toy train set that takes up half my trunk. I wan

Public court

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

loopholes

Elena’s POVThe gates of Lady Catherine’s estate opened slowly and Chloe drove the car through, and I felt a tiny bit of air return to my lungs. The driveway was lined with tall, thick trees that blocked the view from the road. No cameras could see us here. No one would be able to shout at us from across a fence.As soon as the car stopped in front of the massive white porch, guards moved toward us. They weren't like the ones at Julian’s house; these men were older and wore quiet suits, but they looked even more dangerous."Open the door, please," one said politely.I stepped out, my legs feeling like jelly. Leo was still sobbing, his face buried in my chest. His little hands were clutching my shirt so hard I thought he might rip the fabric."It’s okay, Leo. We’re safe. We’re at Grandma’s house," I whispered, but my own voice was shaking.Lady Catherine was already standing at the top of the stairs. She rushed down the steps, her silk dress rustling."Bring them inside! Quickly!" she

X

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

Twenty four hours to keep him

Julian’s POVThe air in my study was thick with the smell of old books and the cold scent of high-end cologne. Outside, I could still hear the distant, muffled roar of the crowd. Inside, it was just me and Stefan. Marcus had already left to hunt down David, the security guard. I wouldn't rest until that man was in front of me, begging for mercy.Stefan was pacing the length of the room. He had a glass of water in his hand, but he wasn't drinking it. He looked at me, his eyes full of worry."Julian, we need a plan that doesn't involve you breaking anyone's neck," Stefan said. His voice was low and serious. "The world is watching. If you trip, they will pounce.""I know," I said. I was sitting at the desk, staring at a map of the city. "Marcus is tracking the guard's phone. Once we have that unedited video, we can show the world that I was defending my family. But that’s just one part of the problem.""The biggest problem is Mark's claim," Stefan said. He stopped pacing and sat across

Hunt is on

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

a dead man, Mark

Julian’s POVThe sun was going down, casting long, bloody shadows across the floor of my study. I hadn't eaten. I hadn't slept. My eyes felt like someone had rubbed sand into them. But I couldn't stop. Every minute I wasted was another minute Mark and Adrian spent poisoning the world against me.Stefan was still with me. He was standing by the window, watching the gates through binoculars. The crowd hadn't left. If anything, they were getting louder."Marcus just checked in," Stefan said, not turning around. "He’s at the motel. He found the room.""Is the guard there?" I asked. I stood up, my joints popping."He’s there. He’s scared. Marcus says he saw David peeking through the curtains every five minutes. He knows someone is coming for him.""Good," I said. I picked up my phone. "Connect me to Marcus. Put it on the big screen."A second later, the wall monitor flickered to life. It was a shaky camera feed from Marcus’s phone. He was standing in a dark, narrow hallway. The carpet loo

We are going live

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

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