All Chapters of Inconvenient Love (A Billionaire Romance): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62: The Family DinnerAlexander’s POVThe headquarters buzzed with tension as my security team worked tirelessly to track down Mike. Every screen flickered with data streams, satellite feeds, and maps showing every possible location where Mike could be hiding. Despite the evident urgency, I knew I could not stay much longer. The family dinner at Vermont Manor loomed ahead, and my presence was expected. I had deliberately decided not to bring Claire along, a choice I made to keep her as far away as possible from my stepmother, Felicity.As the clock ticked closer to dinner time, I forced myself to shift my focus. I could trust my team to continue the search. They were the best, after all, and they knew what was at stake. With a heavy heart and a mind full of suspicion, I left the headquarters, heading toward Vermont Manor.

Chapter 64: Passed OutClaire’s POVI woke up the next morning with a slight ache in my neck from sleeping at an odd angle. The early morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I stretched and rolled over before I slipped out of bed, my feet hitting the cool wooden floor, and padded out of the bedroom.The apartment was eerily quiet, except for the distant hum of the city outside. As I reached the living area, I froze. Alex was there, passed out on the couch, still in his clothes from the day before. His shoes were kicked off haphazardly, his tie loosened around his neck, and his shirt was rumpled and stained with something I could not quite place. What shocked me the most were the two guns sitting on the coffee table in front of him, alongside his tablet, phone, and an empty bottle of beer.

Chapter 66: GreedierClaire’s POVThe tension in the room was thick as the video played on Alex’s tablet, its sound echoing through the otherwise silent office. Alessandro Vermont’s expansive office was designed to impress. Rich, dark wood paneling covered the walls, giving the room a stately feel, while the plush carpet underfoot muted every step, making each one seem like a thunderous declaration in the intense quiet. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one side of the room, overlooking the city skyline. A large, imposing mahogany desk dominated the space, flanked by shelves filled with leather-bound books and framed photographs of the Vermont family through the years. But at this moment, the grandeur of the office seemed to shrink under the weight of the confrontation that was about to unfold. Alessandro sat behind his desk, his usually composed demeanor

Chapter 68: NauseaClaire’s POVVermont Corporation was front page news to every business news outlet, and the speculation surrounding Felicity’s involvement in the kidnapping reached a fever pitch. I sat on the couch in the living room, my eyes glued to the television as yet another news broadcast flashed across the screen. The room was quiet, save for the low murmur of the anchor’s voice, but outside, the world was anything but. On the screen, a reporter stood outside the police station, a flurry of cameras and microphones aimed at the entrance. The scene was chaotic, with journalists jostling for position, each trying to capture the best shot of the unfolding drama. It was the Vermont’s security team that was able to track Felicity’s trail, and immediately handed the information to the police to carry out their pursuit.

Chapter 70: RunawayClaire’s hands trembled as she clutched the third pregnancy test, her heart pounding so loudly she feared it might burst from her chest. The bathroom lights were harsh, casting an unforgiving glare on the white stick that had confirmed her worst fears. Three kits, three tests, and three positive results. There was no mistaking it. She was pregnant.Pregnant.The word echoed in her mind that drowned out all rational thought. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her vision blurring as tears welled up, but she could not let herself cry — not yet. Not here. It felt as though the ground beneath her was crumbling, and the world was caving in, suffocating her even more. This was supposed to be a simple arrangement, a contract signed with clear terms and conditions, with no room for deviations. But life, it seemed, h