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.

I secured the door with both the

food. "When we get home, I'll

Mommy," they chorused, their well-mannered responses nearly breaking

food

s

"Me too," Aria added.

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

I cautioned at

doorway.

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

heart racing. The men approached the front desk, and after a brief exchange, the innkeeper

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operates. Mr. Blake emphasized

the footsteps receded, I whispered, "Were leasing.

outside, Ldapted to the front deck and quickly

the unattended

answer, hanging up

emerged, looking

were already gone, vanishing into the

hope Sophie

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

as we moved, desperate to find another safe place to hide

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

its weathered buildings and fishing boats, suddenly at a

with warm light and laughter. After

with fishermen and

rest here for a bit," I told

desperately hoping Sophie had received

our options were

noticed a young woman finishing a

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

“Excuse me, could I