All Chapters of Pregnant For My Best Friend's Rival : Chapter 131 - Chapter 139

Sophie's POVThe hospital corridor was quiet, the late hour meaning few visitors. I walked toward the intensive care unit, my heels clicking softly against the linoleum floor. I had dressed carefully for this moment—a simple black dress, my hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, my face free of makeup. I wanted to look sincere. Unassuming. The kind of woman who would drop everything to be by Mikel's side in his time of need.I had heard about the attack on Patrick O'Connor through my connections. The moment I learned what had happened, I knew this was my opportunity. Mikel would be vulnerable, scared, alone. And I would be there to comfort him.This is it, I thought. This is my chance to prove to him that I'm the one who truly cares.I pushed open the door to the ICU waiting room and stepped inside. Mikel was sitting by his father's bedside, his head bowed, his shoulders slumped. He looked exhausted—emotionally and physically drained. He didn't even notice me at first.I approached him

Mikel's POVThe hospital room was quiet, the only sound the steady beep of the heart monitor and the soft hum of the ventilator. My father lay still in the bed, his face pale, his chest rising and falling with a rhythm that felt too fragile, too uncertain.I sat in the chair beside him, my elbows on my knees, my head in my hands. Sophie had left hours ago, promising to return in the morning. I was alone now, alone with my thoughts and my fears.I pulled out my phone and dialed Marcus's number. He answered on the second ring."Mr. O'Connor." His voice was grave, professional. "I was just about to call you.""Do you have anything?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "Any word on Katherine?"There was a pause on the other end. Then Marcus spoke, his voice careful."Not yet, sir. We're following every lead, but whoever took her is good. They've covered their tracks well."I felt a surge of frustration, hot and bitter. "That's not good enough. I need you to find her, Marcus. Whatever it takes. What

Jason's POVThe house was quiet when I walked in. The lights were dim, the hallway empty, the silence pressing down on me like a physical weight. I didn't bother turning on any more lights. I didn't want to see the empty rooms, the reminders of everything I was trying to hold together.I walked to my study and closed the door behind me. The decanter of whiskey was on the sideboard, and I poured myself a generous glass. I didn't bother with ice. I just stood there, staring out at the city skyline, the glass cold in my hand.The company is drowning.The thought echoed in my mind, a relentless loop I couldn't escape. Richmond Holdings was in debt—deep, crippling debt. No bank would give us a loan. The creditors were circling like vultures, waiting for us to fail. And the board—the board wanted to sacrifice the workers to save themselves.Thirty percent. A thousand people.I took a long sip of whiskey, the liquid burning as it went down. I thought about Maria in accounting, whose son was

Mikel's POVOlivia was crying openly now, her shoulders shaking, her voice breaking. I watched her, a strange tightness forming in my chest."I came to you because I was desperate," she continued, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I know our families are rivals. I know you have no reason to help me. But I thought... I thought maybe you'd understand. You saved me, Mr. O'Connor. You didn't have to, but you did. That meant something to me. It meant everything."I didn't know when it happened, but I felt a tear escape my eye. It slid down my cheek, warm and unexpected. I wiped it away quickly, but not quickly enough.Olivia looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen. "Are you... are you crying?"I let out a shaky breath. "I suppose I am.""Why?"I didn't answer right away. I thought about my father, lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. I thought about the attack on my family, the conspiracy that