All Chapters of Betrayed By Him Claimed By His Rival : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Jack’s POVThe moment Samantha stormed out, my world tilted on its axis. The pain in her eyes, the disbelief on her face—it all crushed me in ways I couldn’t explain. She didn’t believe me. And how could she? With Anastasia sprawled across the bed like some venomous snake, waiting to sink her fangs into the remains of my relationship with Samantha, it seemed like I had already lost.I stood there, frozen for a second too long, replaying the look on Samantha's face. She thought I betrayed her. The one thing I swore I’d never do. Anastasia’s voice snapped me back to the present. “Oh, don’t worry about her,” she purred, bending down slowly to pick up the ring Samantha had thrown in a fit of rage. She held it up to the light, her fingers caressing the diamond, as if it belonged to her. "It looks better on me anyway, don’t you think?"She slipped it onto her finger like it was a crown she was destined to wear. Then she turned toward me, taking a few slow, deliberate steps. Her lips curved

JackI gazed into Samantha's eyes, feeling a whirlwind of excitement and determination wash over me. It was time to take a bold step forward in our relationship. "Samantha," I began, my voice steady but my heart racing, "when do you want to set the date for our wedding?"She paused, her brow furrowing in thought, the light in her eyes momentarily dimmed by contemplation. "What about next Saturday?" she suggested, her tone bubbling with eagerness. "It'll be a day after my birthday. That way, we can merge the bachelor and spinster parties into one big bash-an extravagant celebration of both love and new beginnings."A grin broke across my face as I nodded in agreement. "That sounds perfect. I can't wait to celebrate both occasions with you." The thought of sharing my life with her filled me with an indescribable joy, igniting a fire in my chest.But then, an unsettling thought struck me-a chill creeping down my spine. "Wait," I said slowly, trying to piece together the fragments of this

JackThe doctor led me down the hallway, my footsteps echoing louder than I intended. The reality of the situation was still sinking in—Samantha was pregnant. My thoughts spiraled in a thousand different directions. I had no idea what to expect when I got to the hospital, but this? A baby? It was like life had thrown me a curveball, and I wasn’t sure how to catch it. I didn’t even know how she was going to take the news. Hell, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. But one thing was clear as day—Samantha and that baby now came first, above everything.As we neared her room, the doctor pushed open the door with the same care you'd use when opening a treasure chest. And there she was. The love of my life, lying on that hospital bed, her face pale but peaceful, her breathing soft and steady. My heart clenched. I hadn’t realized how terrified I’d been until I saw her awake. The relief was overwhelming, and before I could think, I was at her side, pulling her into my arms. She felt fragile, l

Jack The gunfire continued , the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and smoke, choking every breath. I clutched Samantha’s trembling hand like a lifeline, pulling her through the chaos. My men formed a protective circle around us, their bodies shields against the relentless hail of bullets. Every step toward the house felt like an eternity, each movement a desperate battle against time. My father needed me, but before I could save him, I had to ensure Samantha and our unborn child were safe. If I failed them, there would be no reason to fight.“Cover us!” I bellowed, my voice cutting through the cacophony. The words were barely audible over the relentless barrage, but my men understood. They moved with precision, laying down suppressive fire as the helicopter loomed above, its guns trained mercilessly on us.We reached the hidden entrance, a metal door half-buried in the ground, and I slammed it shut behind us. Inside, the air was still, heavy with an eerie silence that

Clara’s POV The hospital air felt as cold and sterile as my mood. I stormed out of the waiting room, my heels clicking sharply against the tiled floors. Jack’s voice, soft with concern for Samantha, echoed in my mind, cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. I could still see Samantha’s trembling resolve as she prepared for the transfusion. Always so determined to play the hero. Always at the center of everything, as though the world revolved around her.But it wasn’t just about her playing hero or stealing Jack’s devotion. No, this ran deeper. This was about Louis.I pressed the elevator button harder than necessary, my knuckles whitening as the memories came flooding back. My wedding day—what should have been the happiest day of my life—shattered in an instant. Louis, my Louis, was ripped from me at the altar, dragged away in handcuffs in front of everyone. The man I loved, the man who was supposed to be my future, was destroyed by the political chess game Father played.And when th