Todos os capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE’S UNWANTED HEIR.: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

POV: Elena"Arthur was a lie?" My voice was barely a rasp, the word tearing out of my throat as I held onto Alexander's wet shoulder."Arthur was the scapegoat, Dr. Lin," Mark's voice crackled from the broken speaker above the steaming reactor floor. "Your mother didn't marry a corporate executive for love. She married Arthur to give you a legal identity in the Western registries while the true architect remained in the central capital."Alexander didn't waste time talking. He hauled me off the concrete deck, his large, rough hands locking around my waist as he pulled me hard against his chest. His heart was hammering like a war drum against my cheek, his breath hot and ragged against my temple."Don't listen to him, Elena," Alexander growled, his dark eyes scanning the steaming pipes around us for a way out. "We're getting Leo and we're leaving this pit right now.""We can't leave through the upper doors, Alex," I said, my fingers digging into the torn fabric of his shirt as I pointe

POV: Alexander"Orbital missiles?" I spat, throwing myself across the glass-strewn floor to snag my rifle. "How long until impact?""Forty seconds, Dad!" Leo shouted, his small voice echoing off the high concrete walls of the broken penthouse. "The tracking beacons are already locking onto the central pillar!"I grabbed Elena by her waist, yanking her back as a red laser beam sliced through the shattered window frame, painting a bright dot right across her chest. I spun her around, pressing her back against the thick load-bearing column in the center of the room. My chest was heaving, my ribs burning with every breath, but I pinned her there, locking my body over hers."Alex, let me go!" she gasped, her hands slapping against my wet shoulders as she tried to shove me aside. "We need to hit the emergency stairs!""The stairs are rigged with thermal charges, Elena!" I growled, my lips inches from hers, my voice dropping into that dark, possessive tone that didn't leave room for debate.

POV: ElenaI stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the message. The words felt like a punch to my chest, but my body didn't react. No racing heart. No trembling hands. Just a hollow, empty calm that scared me more than the words themselves.He isn't your husband. He is the man who killed your real family.I looked at the boy sitting next to me. He was staring out the window, his small face pressed against the glass, watching the rain streak across the dark city streets. His dark hair was matted with dust and dried blood. His jacket was torn at the shoulder. He looked exhausted, fragile, and completely lost."Hey," I said softly.The boy turned his head, his dark eyes meeting mine. They were wide, desperate, and filled with a desperate hope that made my stomach twist. "Mom?""Don't call me that," I said, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. "I don't... I'm not your mother."His face crumbled. His bottom lip trembled, but he didn't cry. He just nodded slowly and turned ba

POV: AlexanderI didn't reach for the gun on the wet road. I reached for the phone, my bloody fingers dragging the screen open as I pushed myself up onto my left elbow."Alexander," President Vance's voice echoed through the speaker, crisp, sharp, and completely unaffected by the storm roaring above my head. "I see you're still breathing. You always were surprisingly resilient.""If you touch her," I growled, my voice tearing through my throat like broken glass, "I will burn every square inch of the capital to the ground with you inside it.""You won't burn anything, Alexander," President Vance said with a dry, soft chuckle. "Because the woman currently sitting in that helicopter isn't your enemy. And she isn't your wife either."I froze, my jaw locking tight as rain poured down my face, washing the blood into my eyes. "What are you talking about?""Look at the satellite tracker on the phone screen," President Vance said calmly. "The helicopter holding Dr. Lin didn't set a course for

POV: Elena"Sophia?" My voice was barely an airless gasp against the roar of the rain through the broken window.The woman in the white silk suit took a slow step forward, her silver heels clicking sharp and rhythmic against the hard oak floorboards. Her dark hair was styled in sleek, perfect waves, not a single strand out of place. She looked at Alexander, her eyes gleaming with a terrible, mocking amusement."Sophia died," Alexander said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register. His hands were shaking slightly on the rifle frame, the blue web patterns on his neck flaring with a violent, jagged light. "I held her body in the church. I buried her in the family vault.""You buried a surrogate, my darling," Sophia chuckled smoothly, stopping three feet from the tip of his rifle barrel. "Just like your father buried his. Just like Elena's mother built hers. The Vance family never leaves its real bloodlines in an unarmored church."I pushed myself up from the carpet, my han