The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 204

Ex-Wife

Chapter 204: Refuge in the Fishing Village

Angels Poy

guided Aria and Ithan into our rented toom in the small Mediterrean fishing village inn. The place was humble-damp stains on walls, air thick with fish and milder.

It smells funny bein, Aria whispered, clutching her brother's hand-

My children huddled on a threadbare sola, their faces shadowed with uncertainty.

"Sweethearts, we only need to stay here for a few days," I assured them, "Just until we can go

David's cash wouldn't last long-certainly not enough for three tickets to New York. This hidden corner of the village was our safest option; Christopher's men would search tourist resorts first.

The innkeeper delivered our dinner-local bread, cheese, and steaming fish soup. "You children are so well-behaved," she remarked. "Our conditians are

Thank you for your kindness," I replied,

are simple, but the food is homemade."

you tourists?" she asked, her gaze curious. "We don't get many staying in the village."

aquely. "Well on

only be here a few days."

"Just passing through," I answered vaguely.

"Lock your door at night, she advised. "The village is safe, but better to be careful."

"Is there a telephone I could use?" I asked.

"Of course.

We have one at the front d

desk th

that guests can use.

she left, I secured the door with both the lock and

food. "When we

their well-mannered responses

food while the children

Ethan s said,

"Me too," Aria added.

checked the remaining cash. "Let's go

me," I

doorway.

staircase, I froze. Several men in dark suits entered through the front door-their polished appearance jarr out of place

front

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fouddled amming rigs

Înd perenu stay downitzari,

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operates. Mr. Blake emphasized

footsteps receded, I whispered, "Were leasing.

to the front deck

the unattended

hanging

innkeeper emerged, looking confused. "Signiora? Is

were already gone, vanishing

only hope Sophie

through the villages narrow streets, which were now filling with locals and tourists heading to

moved, desperate to find another safe place to

or inns, I thought grimly. Christopher's reach extended even here. Had my call gone through? Would Sophie understand when no

surveyed the village with its weathered buildings and

warm light and laughter. After a moments besitation, I steered the children

space was packed with fishermen and

rest here for a bit," I told

buying time, desperately hoping

With two children, our options were

our corner table, I noticed a young woman finishing

village," she was saying. "I won't

“Excuse me, could I borrow