The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 205

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 205: Who's Behind the Door?

Angela Pov

I huddled with Aris and Ithan at our corner table in the small

we waited for Sophie's rescue. Every creak of the door sent my pulsacing

constantly scanning the entrance as

The tavern was packed with fishermen and tourists-perfect cover for now. The warm light and cheerful comeration created on ilhosion of safety that I desperately needed to believe in, even if just for an hour.

How t

much longer, Mommy?" Ethan whispered, his small hand cletong mine beneath the table,

Not much longer, I assured him, forcing confidence into my voice. "Sophie said they'd be here within an hour."

Forty minutes had passed since that phone call. I couldn't stop checking the time, willing the minutes to move faster.

A commotion at the entrance shattered my fragile calm. The four-sang open, and several men in dark suits-the same ones from the inn-pushed their way inside. Their polished appearance stood at starkly against the casual atmosphere of the village tavern.

The room's energy shiffed immediately. Conversations quieted as locals and tourists alike sensed the intrusion. The men's eyes swept methodically across the room, studying each face with calculated precision.

"Stay close," I whispered, gathering g Aria into my arms. "Ethan, hold onto my shirt and follow me."

TH

Using the bar counter as cover, we slipped deeper into the tavern, away from those searching

ng yes, I spotted a narrow hallway leading to what I hoped were restrooms-nur only chance for temporary safety.

us. I heard

Italian.

-We re looking

og for our f

worried."

men speaking to the tavern owner, his English fluent but his

he explained, pulling out what must have been our photos. "My boss's wife and children

unmistakable rustle of paper money followed-

hide, I whispered to the children as we

dated with peeling walls and a single dim bulb providing scant illumination. I ushered the children inside and locked the wooden door behind

carefully on the closed toilet lid while Ethan stood beside me.

your ankle, sweetheart," I

saw made my heart sink. Her ankle had swollen significantly, the skin now an angry red. She winced

sorry," I whispered, my vision blurring with tears. I could no

Aria said, her small hand patting my

Ithan rose

five-year-old son comforting me when I should be the strong one-broke my

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not your

simple truth in her

Has that

this moviment, this

Bathrooms haven't been searched," a man divided

is backed Strange," replied

probably inside.

Not strong. I can

the metallic sound of tools working against the lock echoed sanctuary. The door frame creaked ominously, the old

body trembling against mine. Even Ethan, trying so hard to be

between me and

clawed at my own throat I'm right here

We were trapped, with no way out except through those men. Christopher's reach extended even