All Chapters of PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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No escape

The air outside the bar was biting and cold. Mark stepped out onto the sidewalk, his collar turned up against the wind. He felt a strange, dizzying rush of confidence. He had played the game, he had lied to his boss, and he had secured a future with the Visser Group. He didn't hear the footsteps behind him until it was too late. Three men stepped out from the shadows of an alleyway. They didn't say a word. They didn't ask for his wallet or his keys. They moved with the cold, practiced efficiency of men who were paid to finish a job. One of them lunged forward, slamming a fist into Mark’s stomach. Mark doubled over, gasping for air, but the second man caught him by the hair and yanked his head back, smashing a heavy hand across his jaw.Mark hit the wet pavement hard. He tried to crawl toward the street, his hands scraping against the rough concrete, but they were already on top of him. It was a brutal, systematic beating, kicks to his ribs, a heavy boot to his shoulder, a final,

piece by piece

JULIAN’s POV The metal of the car was twisted like paper, but the frame held. I stood there for a moment in the dark, the silence after the crash ringing in my ears louder than the sirens in the distance. Elena was slumped against the passenger door, her head lolling to the side. Her face was pale, smeared with a thin line of red from a cut on her temple. She looked fragile, like she would break if I touched her too hard.I didn't care about the driver. I couldn’t care less about the wreckage or the mess on the highway. I reached inside the car, my hands steady, and unbuckled her seatbelt. She was limp, light as a feather, as I pulled her out of the jagged frame of the vehicle. "Get the car," I barked into my phone, my voice low. "And call the private doctor. I want the house ready. No hospitals. No records. Do you understand? If one person breathes a word about this, they will regret it.""Yes, sir," Marcus answered instantly. I carried her to my own vehicle. She was so small. It

Games we play

MARK’s POV The pain was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. It wasn't just a headache; it was a rhythmic pounding in my skull that matched the beating of my own heart. I was lying on the hard, cold concrete of the alleyway. My ribs felt like they had been shattered, and my mouth tasted like copper. I groaned, trying to roll over, but my body wouldn't cooperate."Don't move," a soft voice said from above me.I squinted. A woman was kneeling beside me. She looked like she had just finished a shift at a late night diner, wearing a worn out uniform and a heavy jacket. She just looked tired."Who are you?" I managed to say, my voice sounding like gravel."Just a passerby who heard the noise," she said, her hands gentle as she checked my pulse. "You look like you went through a meat grinder. You need to get to a hospital, or at least somewhere safe.""No hospital," I wheezed. "Just... take me home."It took a long time to get me to my feet. Every step was a fight against gravit

Never let her go

ELENA’s POV The tablet felt heavy in my hands, like a piece of lead. The screen was bright, showing a grainy but clear video feed from the security cameras at the house I used to call home. I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my throat.There was Mark. He wasn't crying. He wasn't calling the police. He wasn't frantically searching the rooms for me. He was sitting on our sofa, the sofa we picked out together and a woman was sitting right next to him. She was cleaning a cut on his forehead with a gentle hand. Mark was leaning into her touch, looking up at her with a soft, helpless expression I knew all too well. It was the face he made when he wanted something.Then, I heard his voice through the speakers. “I wish I had someone like you," Mark whispered to the girl. “Being a single bachelor in this big house is so lonely. I’ve been looking for someone who actually cares about me, not just my money."I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. A single bachelor? He w

Midnight

The night air inside the room was heavy and still. After Julian left my room, the silence felt even louder than the screaming in my head. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mark’s face on that screen, smiling, relaxed, and pretending I didn't exist. I couldn't stay in that bed. I felt like the blankets were suffocating me. I got up, my body still aching from the crash, and wrapped a thick, silk robe around myself. I pushed the door to my room. To my surprise, it wasn't locked from the outside anymore. Julian had left it open, as if to say he finally trusted me not to run.I walked down the dark hallway, my bare feet silent on the cold marble. I didn't have a plan, but I found myself drawn to a faint light coming from the library at the end of the wing. When I pushed the heavy oak doors open, I saw Julian. He wasn't at his desk. He was sitting on a low velvet sofa by the fireplace, the orange glow of the embers dancing across his face. He had a book open on his la

price of a lie

The morning light was harsh, cutting through the gaps in the bedroom curtains like a blade. Mark groaned, rolling over as the pounding in his head intensified. The room smelled of antiseptic from his bandages and the faint, sweet scent of the girl’s perfume. He looked to his side. The girl, the one who had rescued him from the alleyway was still fast asleep, her hair spread across the pillow. Mark felt a surge of pride. He had spent the night pretending to be a lonely bachelor, the wounded soul who needed comfort, and it had worked perfectly. He had erased Elena from the house, and now, he had replaced her. He was just about to close his eyes again when a loud, violent thud shook the front door. BANG. BANG. BANG."Open up! Police!" a voice boomed from outside.Mark bolted upright, his heart hammering against his ribs. Beside him, the girl jumped awake, pulling the sheets up to her chin. "What’s going on? Mark, who is that?""I don't know," Mark hissed, frantically looking for hi

silent alliance

The phone on Julian’s desk buzzed twice. He didn't rush to pick it up. He finished the last sip of his morning coffee, watching the steam curl into the air, before he finally reached for the device. The message was short. He’s gone. Now tell me what I get in return. Julian set the phone back down on the mahogany surface. A small, cold smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Across from him, Marcus was leaning against the bookshelf, watching his boss with a look of pure confusion. "That was her?" Marcus asked. "Yes," Julian replied. "Mark will currently be sitting in a jail cell, trying to explain why his wife’s clothes are in the trash and a stranger is in his bed." Marcus shook his head. "I still don't get it, Julian. How did you do it? How did you manage to get Chloe, the woman who hates men like you more than anything to work for you? She’s Elena’s best friend. She’s loyal to a fault. How did you convince her to play along?" Julian leaned back in his chair. "I didn't have

Morning news

ELENA’s POV The sun was shining through the windows of the big bedroom. I was sitting up in bed, drinking the tea Julian had made for me. I felt much better than I did during the night. The pain in my stomach was gone, but my heart still felt heavy. I kept thinking about Mark. I wondered where he was. I wondered if he was worried about me.Julian was standing by the window. He was looking at his phone. He looked very serious. He turned around and looked at me."Elena," he said. "There is something you need to see. It is on the news.""What is it?" I asked. I put my tea down on the nightstand. My hands started to shake. "Is it about the accident?""No," Julian said. He walked over to the bed. He picked up the remote and turned on the big television on the wall. "It is about your husband."I looked at the screen. I saw a picture of our house. There were police cars in the driveway. The lights were flashing red and blue. Then, the camera showed a man being led out of the front door in

Midnight Scare

ELENA’s POV The night was very dark. I was lying in the big bed in Julian’s room. I could not stop thinking about the video of Mark. I could not stop thinking about him in a jail cell. My head hurt and my stomach felt tight. I tried to turn over to find a good position, but a sharp pain shot through my middle.I gasped. I put my hands on my stomach. The pain came again. It felt like a hot wire was pulling tight inside me. I tried to sit up, but I felt very dizzy."Help," I whispered. My voice was very thin. "Someone help me."I reached for the bell on the nightstand. I knocked it over by mistake. It hit the floor with a loud noise. A few seconds later, the door opened. A maid ran in. She saw me holding my stomach and crying."Miss Elena? What is wrong?" the maid asked. She looked very scared."The baby," I groaned. "It hurts. It hurts so much."The maid did not wait. She ran back into the hallway. "Mr. Vane! Come quickly! It is the lady!"I heard fast footsteps. Julian ran into the

price of freedom

Lady Catherine Vane sat in her private office, her eyes fixed on the man standing across from her. "Explain yourself, Henderson," she said. Mr. Henderson, the Vane family lawyer, shifted his weight. "Julian has been absent from the last three board meetings. He is delegating everything to Marcus. When I looked into his recent expenses, I found something strange.""Money?" Catherine asked."A lot of it. He has placed a team of private doctors and twenty-four-hour security at the main estate. It is not for him. It is for a woman."Catherine leaned back. "A woman? Julian has had many women. Why is this one different?""Because this one is Elena Montgomery," Henderson said. "The wife of Mark Montgomery. The man currently sitting in a cell for her disappearance. Julian hasn't just found her; he is hiding her."Catherine’s face went pale. "He is hiding a married woman? A woman whose face is on every news channel?""There is more, My Lady," Henderson added. "She is pregnant. Julian has ins

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