All Chapters of The CEO's Rejected Wife's Twins: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Meanwhile, across the city, Julia arrived at the bustling entrance of the local movie theater flanked closely by the excited twins. The children's infectious enthusiasm was entirely palpable, their eyes wide with anticipation. Just as they stepped into the lobby queue to buy tickets and a mountain of snacks, a familiar, cheerful voice interrupted their chatter."Henry! Olivia!" Isaac called out happily, jogging over toward them with a broad, disarming smile lighting up his face. "Well, look at this trio—what on earth are you guys doing all the way out here?"The twins squealed in delight, immediately breaking away from the line to throw their arms around his legs in a tight hug, happily greeting him as "Uncle Isaac." Julia felt an immense wave of relief wash over her at the unexpected sight of him."We came to catch the afternoon matinee movie!" Henry blurted out proudly, flashing a toothy grin."Well, you definitely aren't going in alone, then," Isaac declared with a mischievous, pla

In a stark contrast of mood across town, Tatiana forcefully flicked her burning cigarette butt to the concrete floor, grinding it out aggressively beneath the heel of her boot. Standing across from her in the dimly lit, derelict parking garage was a massive, towering brute of a man—a giant with impossibly broad shoulders, thick scarred knuckles, and a completely vacant, dead-eyed gaze. He slowly looked her up and down like a piece of livestock being evaluated. After a tense moment of heavy appraisal, he gave a slow, silent nod of absolute criminal approval. His voice, sounding like grinding ice, broke the heavy stillness of the space."She's precisely the kind of target you're looking for, lady. Me and my boys will execute the exact job you're paying for, and I assure you everything will go down slick and smooth. No raising suspicious flags with authorities, no leaving sloppy forensic clues behind, and absolutely nothing... nothing that can ever trace back to point the finger at you a

Bianca looked down, her gaze completely fixed on the gleaming heart-shaped pendant resting against her collarbone. A tender, lovestruck smile spread across her lips. The delicate jewel caught the ambient light, and for some inexplicable reason, her entire chest felt lighter."Thank you so much, Eric. This is such a lovely, thoughtful gift. I really, truly like it."He gently cupped her face in his hands, a soft, affectionate smile touching his lips, and leaned down to press a tender kiss to her mouth. When he finally pulled back, she couldn't help blushing deeply, a familiar flutter of butterflies waking up inside her all over again.Far across the city, entirely oblivious to the warmth of the love surrounding them, the thugs Tatiana had hired to execute her dirty work dialed her private number."We're terribly sorry to report this, ma'am, but tonight simply isn't going to be possible. Mr. Harrington is still at the residential building and hasn't left her side yet. It's far too diffi

Bianca’s awakening was brutal. It was not a gentle opening of her eyes, but a painful jolt. Her head hammered, and a sharp, stinging pain radiated down her arms. She was bound to a chair. The air was heavy, smelling of dampness, old metal, and neglect. The only light came from a dimly flickering lamp, casting dancing shadows over the dusty crates."Is anyone here?" she rasped, fear freezing her in place.From the shadows, a figure stepped forward slowly, footsteps echoing in the silence. It was Tatiana, impeccably dressed—a striking contrast to the gloomy surroundings. Her expression was devoid of emotion, bearing the coldness of a marble statue."No one can hear you, Bianca," Tatiana spat, her voice as gelid as a winter breeze. "You're a long way from home."Bianca felt bile rise in her throat. She could hardly believe the woman standing before her had lost her mind."Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me?"Tatiana stopped right in front of her, crossing her arms."W

Eric dragged a chair close to the bed, letting it scrape against the floor with a dull thud he didn't care about. He collapsed onto it, unbothered by the late hour or his exhaustion. The hospital corridor, with its cold light and oppressive silence, felt worlds away. Here, in the dimness of the room, only she mattered. The physical aches from the fight felt utterly insignificant next to the emotional agony eating away at his soul.He took Bianca's hand, feeling her skin cold and fragile. That simple touch gave him the strength to keep going. He felt like a failure. He had arrived in time to save her, yes, but not to stop them from hurting her. And certainly not to save their child—a child he hadn't known existed until it was gone forever. The tears he had held back since the doctor's revelation rolled down his cheeks."I'm so sorry, Bianca," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I should have protected you. I should have done better."He kissed the back of her hand over and ov