All Chapters of Pregnant And Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MIRATwo hours later, Damon finally wakes up and keeps asking for Vanessa. It takes quite a lot of pleading on our part, but the good doctor finally permits Vanessa to be transferred to his room. I stand back and watch them for a while, my heart growing tight as my best friend holds him tight and he tells her over and over that he’ll be there for her.I wander back into the waiting room and my heart nearly stops at the sight of Mason probably trying to intimidate Halloway once again while she does a great job of standing her ground.“…I already told you. I need to speak to all of you. Time’s running out and my gut tells me that my sister is planning something big.”“Mason…” I cut in before he starts speaking, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turns those intense eyes on me and I nod silently.“I think Halloway actually has something to tell us. Let’s hear her out. Please.”After a moment’s hesitation, he finally nods and eases off, although his shoulders are still rock hard with tens

MIRAI have no idea why, but I find myself sliding to the floor as I prepare to read the rest of the letter. Suddenly, my legs can no longer hold me up.I know I’m supposed to trust Mason with my life, but there’s a suspicious, niggling feeling that has been burning in my guts since I started getting these letters.If there’s something wrong, I hope I get to find out whatever it is today.The rest of the letter reads;“…Escobar Scuderi is a very powerful man. Yes, he’s still alive, and he still controls the Las Vegas Crime Syndicate.The fateful day you fell into his trap is that same day you met Mason Lachlan.”I freeze completely, my heart drumming a crazy, painful rhythm as I scan through the rest of the letter.“…do you remember the young man whom Escobar called his nephew? The young man whose bed you were tied to and almost raped at Escobar’s underground brothel when you were just nineteen years old?If you’re thinking what I believe you’re thinking, then you’re absolutely right.

MIRAI have no idea how long I just sit there and stare into space. My heart is swollen stiff and beating an odd, painful rhythm against my ribcage, and my shoulders are droopy with exhaustion.I pick up the next photo with trembling fingers and hurriedly scan through the short note on the back;“…this is the day he set your parents’ store on fire. When he walked into the underground brothel on the day you were being held captive, he’d just finished the job. Isn’t that wonderful…? He touched you with the same hands he used in killing the ones you love.”My heartbeat accelerates as I slowly flip the picture over. I thought I’d be prepared for it. I thought it would be easier to handle this time, but I guess I was wrong. It hasn’t gotten easier.The sight of our small store completely overtaken by angry, orange flames hurts like a fucking bitch all over again. Time didn’t heal this wound… and I don’t think it ever will.My mind conjures memories of all the back breaking hard work whi

MASONI literally tremble with rage as the sounds of Anna’s whimpers fill the room. Above me, I can hear Darth struggle to get the camera in position. A loud pinging sound signifies that the entire scene is currently being recorded.I’m stuck and I’m helpless… and that fact angers me even more. I have absolutely no means of contacting my men without alerting Hayley and Darth. One wrong move and Anna will be dead.Hayley was right about one thing. Mira will never, ever forgive me if something were to happen to her sister.So I decide to think of a distraction, something that will divert Hayley’s attention long enough for Damon to think up a plan to get us out of here.“What’s that smell?” I ask out of the blue.“Huh?” Hayley grunts.I look up and our eyes meet.“That horrible, rotting smell. What is it? It’s stronger in here.”She stares at me point blank for a moment, then strangely and rather eerily, her lips slowly stretch in a wide smile.“Oh. I see you’ve finally discovered my toy

DAMONAfter waiting in the basement for five minutes and Mason still doesn’t show up, I decide to take matters into my own hands and haul the kids to safety.I have absolutely no idea how long that bitch sealed them off in this stuffy, airless room, but they don’t look so good. Dutch is barely responsive and Anna looks about ready to pass out.“Come on, guys.” I say to my men. “Help me. We need to get these kids to a hospital. Mason will meet us there.”A low chorus of “yes, boss” rents the air and they swiftly swing into action. I lift a much heavier Anna into my arms while Jeremy lifts Dutch.“Ready?” I ask.“Yes, boss.”“Good. Let’s go. We’re headed straight for the car. In case of any attacks, Jeremy, your sole priority is to make sure Dutch gets to that car.”“Roger that, sir.” He affirms.My pulse hammering wildly against my throat, we make for the door. Once outside, my anxiety cools a bit when I realise that the coast is clear.“Come on, guys.” I whisper to my men.We make