The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 197

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 197: Revelations at Sea-1

Angels POV

The speedboat sliced through Mediterranean waters, carrying us farther from the island villa with a

Ethan slept against my shoulder, exhausted from fear.

each passing waves.

Somewhere ahead, my daughter traveled with Christopher in another boat-a deliberate separation that felt like a knife in my chest.

Two guards stood at the how, occasionally glancing hack through dark

sunglasses. The captain navigated with clinical indifference, unconcerned that he was alding in our abduction.

David sat across from me, his tablet in hand, occasionally checking what appeared to be navigation details.

How much longer?" I asked, my voice barely audible above the engine's roar.

"Another forty minutes, perhaps," David replied, checking his watch The weather is favorable. We're making good time."

When David moved to sit beside me, I stiffened but didn't object. The security guards were engaged in conversation at the bow, and the captain remained focused on navigation. For the first time since boarding, we had a semblance of privacy.

"Wilion madam," David began in a voice so low Lhad to strain to hear it over the engines, "if you truly wish for Mr. Blake to allow "You and your children to return to New York, my suggestion would be to make him lose interest in you. That's the only way your it

truly be able to leave."

I turned to study his face, searching for any hint of deception, "Lose interest? What method are you suggesting?"

David's gaze remained steady. I've worked for Mr. Blake for many years. He has the temperament of someone who becomes more obsessed with what he cannot obtain. The reason he brought you here is because he never truly captured your heart."

The implication behind his words made my stomach turn. To offer myself to Christopher to gain freedom? Impossible. I felt a flash of disgust and pulled Ethan closer instinctively.

"I won't accept any inappropriate suggestions."

David's eyes widened slightly. "Ms. Wilson, please don't misunderstand. When I speak of obtaining. I'm not referring to the kind of relationship you're imagining."

"Then what exactly do you mean?" My voice was sharp with suspicion

Tm referring to the experience of being genuinely accepted-emotional fulfillment. He glanced toward the guards, then continued even more quietly. "Does Ms. Wilson know anything about Mr. Blake family background?"

The question caught me off guard. I had known Christopher since our school days, but we rarely discussed his family. He preferred focusing on my circumstances rather than sharing his own.

the basics," I

Flashback

fifteen when Christopher's family drama exploded

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197: Revelations

Blake, a prominent figure on Wall Street and founder of Make Capital, had been exposed in yet another extramarital affair- this one particularly scandalous as it involved the wife of

filled with children of America's elite, inany whose fa

you hear the latest about Blake's father?" a girl whispered during study hall, leaning across the library table toward her friends.

hand covering he mouth. “In front of his

all their society friends, the first girl

but their conversation grew loder,

their son? He's in our year, right?" one of them

Yeah, bes in my class," another girl chimed in. "He

father, like son. His dad is 'Wall Street's most notorious playboy. Christopher will turn out just

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in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His

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paled.

a nearby chair and smashed it against the table, sending

want to psychoanalyze me," he continued with chilling calmness, have the courage to do it to

fled, the librarian emerged from her office shouting about disciplinary

scattered materials and hurried

up in

unnecessary," I called out, causing

studied me for a moment,

tting from cold

softer. "Why did you

defend you specifically," I clarified. "I objected