All Chapters of PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ELENA’s POV The three days following the spa incident were a blur of fake smiles that I was getting tired of. To Eleanor, I acted like the perfect wife who was waiting idly for her husband to come back home. I dressed how she liked, I sat with her in the garden and listened to stories about Mark’s childhood. I even nodded when she said Mark was the most hardworking man in the city.But every time I went to the bathroom or the kitchen, I was texting Julian. I sent him everything. I gave him the account numbers for Mark’s private savings. I told him the passwords to our shared laptop. I even told him about the offshore account Mark’s father had left him. I was handing Julian the keys to Mark’s destruction, one text at a time.I wasn't doing it just for revenge. Chloe had met me in secret near the park yesterday."It’s open," Chloe had whispered, handing me a small, plain white envelope. "A private bank account. No connection to your name, no connection to the Vane estate. I’ve alrea

The glass walls of the Vane Holdings headquarters overlooked the entire city, but Julian Vane wasn't looking at the view. He was staring at a digital map of the Pacific Ocean on his desk monitor. A small glowing dot was moving steadily toward the coastline. His head of security, Marcus, stood stiffly in front of the desk. He looked uneasy. "Sir, the Visser Group’s private jet has cleared international airspace. Mark Montgomery is on board. He’s not coming back quietly. Our sources in Singapore say Visser gave him a legal team and a specialized encrypted phone. They are targeting our main servers." Julian leaned back in his leather chair. He didn't look worried. He looked bored. He picked up a crystal glass of water and took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Visser is predictable," Julian said, his voice cold and smooth. "He must be happy with the knowledge that he found a weapon in Mark. He thinks he can use a broken man to steal my encryption keys. It’s almost sad

ELENA’s POV The sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway was the loudest thing I had ever heard. I stood by the large window in the living room, my fingers pulling back the heavy curtain just enough to see out. A sleek black sedan, darker than a moonless night, came to a stop in front of the steps. This wasn't a company car from Vane Holdings. It had to be a car provided by whoever was working with Mark now. The door opened, and Mark stepped out. I caught my breath. He looked different. He was thinner, his expensive suit hanging slightly loose on his frame. His face was pale and tired, with dark circles under his eyes that spoke of sleepless nights in Singapore. But it was his eyes that truly frightened me. They weren't the eyes of the man I had married. They were filled with a sharp, dangerous energy, the kind of look someone had when they were ready to bite after being pushed into a corner. I dropped the curtain and moved to the center of the room. My heart was a frant

ELENA’s POV "You really don't look good, El," Chloe said, sitting beside me. She had come over early, sensing that I was falling apart. "We need to go. If something is wrong with the baby, you need to know. You can't just keep hiding in this house." I looked at her, my eyes feeling heavy. "I’m scared, Chloe. If I go to a doctor, there’s a paper trail. If Julian or Mark finds out where I’ve been, my secret is gone." "We’ll go to a clinic across town. One where nobody knows your name," Chloe insisted. She helped me up, her touch firm and steady. The clinic was small and smelled like antiseptic and old magazines. We waited for an hour in a room with faded posters, watching the clock tick by. When the doctor finally came in, he was a kind-faced man with tired eyes. He performed the checkup quickly, his hands gentle on my stomach. "Everything looks normal for this stage of your pregnancy," the doctor said, pointing to the screen. "You’re experiencing a bit more morning sickness tha

ELENA’s POV The house was quiet, but it didn't feel peaceful. Every shadow in the hallway seemed to be watching me. I stood in the kitchen, my hand shaking as I dialed the number. I looked at the clock on the wall, it was late, but I knew Julian would be awake. He was always working, always watching. I had to tell him. If I didn't, and Mark did something stupid, I would be the one to pay for it. "He knows about the baby," I whispered when Julian finally answered. His voice on the other end was clear and sharp, cutting through the silence of the room. "Or, he thinks he does. He thinks I’ve been helping you with some secret plan, and he’s angry. He’s talking about going to the press. He’s talking about destroying you, Julian. He’s looking for ways to ruin everything we’ve done."I waited for Julian to react. I expected him to be angry, or maybe to shout. But Julian’s voice was calm, almost bored. It was the kind of calm that made my blood run cold. "Elena, breathe," he said, and I