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

we

Mommy," they chorused, their well-mannered

barely touched my food while the children

finished." Ethan s said, wiping his

"Me too," Aria added.

my bag and checked the remaining cash. "Let's go downstairs

me," I cautioned

doorway.

suits entered through

The men approached the front desk, and after a brief exchange, the innkeeper pointed toward

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operates. Mr. Blake emphasized

the footsteps receded, I whispered, "Were leasing.

before stepping outside, Ldapted to the front deck and quickly dialed

the unattended

hanging

looking confused. "Signiora? Is

gone,

I could only hope Sophie

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

find another safe

thought grimly. Christopher's reach extended even here. Had my call gone through? Would Sophie

its weathered buildings and fishing boats, suddenly

with warm light and laughter.

with fishermen and tourists-perfect

here for a bit," I

was buying time, desperately hoping Sophie had

our options were

table, I noticed a young

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

could I borrow