The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 207

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 207: I Won't Dishonor His Sacrifice

Angela POV

"Tavid." I said, my voice barely audible over the tension crackling in the air "Where is What

Christopher's eyes never left my face as he replied, his tone perfectly measured. He's safe,

The Mediterranean breeze ruffled his hair, but his expression remained carved in stone. My children buustied behind me, they Keperi clutching at my clothes.

"If you want to ensure he stays that way, Christopher continued, "you il come with me now, Angria, Just you:

Sean's ammi

arm tightened around my waist, his body a solid wall of protection beside me. Take her? Don't even think ab

Christopher's security team shifted slightly closer, their movement

ynchronized and threatening

"Angela," Christopher's voice softened, addressing me directly. I'm not speaking to him. I'm speaking to you. Tell me, back with me? I promise David will remain unharmed if you do,"

of both men's expectations pressing down on me.

driver, not mine."

escape. Angela, if I don't punish betrayal severely, what message does that send to the rest of

I kept my voice steady. "If I were willing to go back with you, I wouldn't have risked everything to escape in the

of genuine pain in his eyes. "It

leaned down, his breath warm against my ear. "Don't fall for it. This is a trap. The more

he thinks he has."

keeping my voice low. "I

but without Davids help, we never

a smile touched Seans lips. "So this David

I asked, confused by his

benefactor," he said simply, his eyes intense and

found there. This was Sean at his most genuine, making a promise he intended to

turned back to Christopher, I noticed how his expression had darkened. His assistant whispered something in his ear. watched

hardening of his features. "Take them," he commanded his security team. "But remember-no one gets hurt. If any harm comes to Angela or the children, don

eyes widened with vicious enthusiasm. "Go! Bring Mr. Wilson and

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207: I Won't

into my thuat as the security team moved forward

around my waist. “Itum,” he whispered against

one fluid motion, I grabbed Ethan's hand while Sean scooped up Arla, We turned and sprinted toward the waiting black sedan at the edge of the square. Thomas

bundled Ethan into the backseat following us

us?" I asked, panic tising in my