All Chapters of Betrayed By My Husband, I Married His Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ANIKAThe following days bled into a slow, agonizing week of waiting. Icelyn unleashed his entire private security network across the Eastern Seaboard. Dozens of former military operatives and tracking specialists searched every known safe house, every offshore property, and every dark corner connected to my ex-husband. But despite the relentless hunt, Merrick and Karla remained elusive. They had vanished without a trace, hiding like cowards in the shadows.Every night, I laid awake staring at the ceiling, wondering if the next morning would bring another attack. But Icelyn refused to let the fear dictate our lives. He held me in the dark, promising that his men would find them soon. He swore he would not rest until the threat was dragged into the unforgiving light.To prove that we were not afraid, we accepted a high-profile invitation.An elegant, gold-embossed envelope had arrived at the penthouse, inviting us to the annual winter charity gala. The event was hosted by Beatrice H

ANIKABefore that moment, the night had felt like a well-deserved victory lap. The freezing wind blowing across Fifth Avenue carried the promise of a peaceful future. Standing on the sidewalk outside the Plaza Hotel, wrapped in my heavy winter coat, the world finally seemed quiet and manageable. The paparazzi had lowered their flashing cameras. The wealthy socialites were safely tucked inside the warm, golden glow of the grand ballroom. My husband stood beside me, his tall presence a warm, unyielding shield against the darkness of the city. We were just waiting for Peter to bring the armored town car around the block.Just then a deafening, mechanical roar shattered the quiet evening.The screech of heavy tires burning against the cold asphalt echoed down the avenue. Hearing the terrible noise, my head snapped toward the dark intersection just fifty yards away. A black SUV barreled around the corner, taking the sharp turn with a reckless, terrifying speed. The heavy vehicle did not st

AUTHOR’S POVFar away from the bright lights of the city hospital, the biting winter wind howled around the rotting wooden beams of the mountain cabin. The storm had worsened, dumping heavy snow across the isolated property.Inside the dim living room, the air felt thick with toxic rage.Karla paced back and forth in front of the cold stone fireplace. She wore a thick wool sweater, her arms crossed tight against her chest. Her green eyes darted toward the small, cracked window every few seconds. She chewed on her thumbnail, waiting for the burner phone on the table to ring. She expected a confirmation call from her hired mercenary. She expected to hear that Anika was dead. She envisioned her grand return to the city, reclaiming her throne once the dust settled.The heavy wooden door groaned loudly as it swung open.Freezing wind rushed into the cabin, bringing a flurry of white snow across the dirty floorboards.Merrick stumbled over the threshold. He looked like a broken man. His dar

ANIKAMy eyes snapped open. The relief vanished instantly, replaced by a cold spike of fresh anxiety. "A surprise? What kind of surprise? Is there something wrong with my blood?""Nothing is wrong," he reassured me quickly, holding up a hand to calm my rising panic. He stepped closer to the bed, lowering his voice to maintain my privacy. "Mrs. Sterling, when was the first day of your last cycle?"The personal question caught me off guard. I blinked, my mind racing backward through the chaotic events of the past month. Between the corporate boardroom fights, the leaked emails, and the assassination attempt at the airport, I had lost all track of time. I had not looked at a calendar in weeks."I am not sure," I admitted, a blush of embarrassment warming my cheeks. "It has been a very long time. More than five weeks. I just assumed the stress of the lawsuit was delaying it. I have been very tired lately, and my stomach has been upset in the mornings, but I blamed the anxiety."Dr. Harris

ANIKA"A surprise," he repeated slowly. He finally reached out with his left hand, taking the velvet box from my palms. "Is this a gift?""Open it," I urged, a soft, breathy laugh escaping my throat.He unlatched the tiny brass clasp and flipped the lid open.For a long, heavy moment, the room went entirely silent. The ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway sounded deafening. Icelyn stared down at the three plastic strip tests resting on the silk lining. His eyes darted back and forth, reading the two dark pink lines and the digital screen displaying the word *Pregnant*.The ruthless billionaire, the man who never flinched in the face of loaded weapons or hostile corporate takeovers, simply stopped breathing.His jaw went slack. The color drained from his handsome face, leaving his skin pale. He looked at the tests, then looked up at me, then looked back down at the box. His hands actually shook."Anika," Icelyn choked out, his voice cracking into a raw, broken whisper. "Is t