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.

secured the door with both the lock and

said, distributing the food. "When we get home,

chorused, their well-mannered responses nearly

my food while the children

Ethan s

"Me too," Aria added.

remaining cash. "Let's

to me," I cautioned at the

doorway.

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

The men approached the front desk, and after a brief

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amming rigs

Înd perenu stay downitzari,

my finger

operates. Mr. Blake emphasized

I whispered,

stepping outside, Ldapted to the front deck

the unattended

answer, hanging up

looking confused. "Signiora?

we were already gone, vanishing into the

only hope Sophie

were now

another safe place to hide now that the inn had

even here. Had my call gone through? Would Sophie

with its weathered buildings

with warm light and laughter. After

with fishermen

for a bit," I told the children. "Look,

was buying time, desperately

children, our options

corner table, I noticed a young

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

“Excuse me, could I borrow your