All Chapters of PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Julian walked down the wide, carpeted hallway toward the main boardroom. His boots made no sound against the thick gray floor, but his presence felt heavy. Two of his top corporate assistants walked a step behind him, their arms full of folders and tablets. Their faces were pale and tense. They knew what was waiting behind the heavy double doors at the end of the hall. The boardroom was a massive room filled with cold, high-tech screens and a long, polished mahogany table. Sitting around that table were twenty of the oldest, wealthiest shareholders and board members of Vane Industries. These were the people who owned massive shares of the company. They only cared about profit, stock values, and their own bank accounts. At the head of the table sat Mr. Rife. He was an older man with sharp white hair and a face that looked like it was carved from stone. He was the largest investor in the company, and he hated any kind of public drama. The moment Julian pushed the heavy doors open

The warmth left his eyes in a single second, replaced by a dark, terrifying rage. The air around him seemed to turn into ice. He took a slow, heavy step toward Williams, his towering height completely casting a shadow over the shorter man. "Say another word about my son, Rife," Julian whispered. His voice was incredibly quiet, but it was so full of pure menace that the entire hallway went completely dead silent. "Say one more word about his mother, and I will personally buy out every single share you own in this company by noon. I will strip your name off our board, throw you out of this building, and ensure that no bank in this city ever takes your call again. Do you want to test me?" Williams’s face went completely pale. He swallowed hard, his sharp nose twitching as he took a panicked step backward. He held his hands up in the air, his voice shaking. "I... I meant no offense, Julian. Truly. I was just speaking about the public relations aspect. It was just a comment. I’ll be taki

ELENA’s POV The heavy, white envelope felt like a block of ice in my hands. I sat on the large, plush sofa in the private sitting room, my fingers trembling so much that the thick pages rattled against each other. The beautiful afternoon sun was still streaming through the high glass windows of the mansion, but inside my chest, everything had gone completely dark again.Chloe sat right next to me, her arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders. She was reading the papers over my shoulder, her breath coming in short, angry gasps."This is insane, Elena," Chloe whispered, her voice shaking with rage. "This is completely insane. Fifty million dollars? He is asking for fifty million dollars just to sign a piece of paper? Mark doesn't even have fifty dollars in his bank account right now!"I couldn't answer her. My eyes were stuck on the name printed at the bottom of the legal complaint: Mr. Willoughby, Senior Partner at Willoughby Legal Group. Mark hadn't just found a regular lawyer. He ha

Julian’s POVI sat at the defense table on the left side of the room. My back was perfectly straight, and my hands were folded flat on top of the dark wood. I kept my expression completely neutral. I did not look over at the right table where Mark Montgomery was sitting. I did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing any emotion on my face.Beside me, Elena was sitting so stiffly she looked like a glass statue. Her fingers were locked together in her lap, squeezing each other so hard her knuckles were completely white. I could hear the tiny, rapid gasps of her breath. She was terrified. The lawyers from my team sat in a row right behind us, their faces serious as they looked down at their tablets and neat stacks of legal folders.Across the aisle, Mr. Willoughby stood in the center of the floor. He adjusted the cuffs of his expensive suit jacket and flashed a smug, confident smile up at the judge’s bench. He looked like a man who believed he had already won the lottery. Behi

JULIAN’s POV The afternoon sun was warm and golden as it spilled over the green grass of my estate's private garden. I stood on the stone patio, leaning my shoulder against a cool marble pillar. A few feet away, my mother, Catherine, was actually sitting flat on a colorful picnic blanket. She was laughing. a real, bright, musical sound I hadn't heard from her in many years. She was carefully helping Leo build a tall tower out of bright wooden blocks. "I have never seen her look like this," I said quietly. I did not turn my head, but I felt Elena move up gently beside me. Elena leaned her small hands against the stone railing. Her eyes were incredibly soft as she watched our son. "She is a wonderful grandmother, Julian. Look at how gentle she is with him." I let out a short, dry laugh and shook my head, a faint smile touching my lips. "It is just very strange to witness. When I was Leo’s age, my mother was never this playful with me. Everything back then was about lessons, perfe