Married to the Wrong CEO

Chapter 110: Let’s Wait

(It wasn’t until a full five minutes later, when Dora realized that she was fine and nothing seemed to be wrong with her, that she slowly began to settle down. Her breathing evened out at last, the tight ache in her chest easing little by little. The pounding in her ears softened into a dull hum.

Even as the nurses did their best to help her, guiding her through a few breathing exercises, she found that they actually helped. Inhale slowly. Hold. Exhale. Again. Her trembling fingers gradually relaxed against the fabric of the couch, though her heart still beat faster than normal.

Dante reached out once he arrived, his expression controlled but tense, and after confirming that Dora was fine, he agreed with Ettore’s decision not to leave the estate until investigations were carried out to find out who could have done it. His jaw tightened as he listened, eyes dark with restrained fury.

Nothing was said out loud, but there was a sober expression on Ettore’s face that showed that regardless of who the person was, they would wish they weren’t alive by the time he was done.

Dora, for her part, was just relieved. She lay on the couch, one arm protectively over her stomach, and soon fell asleep despite herself, annoyed at the fact that her life seemed to be in danger at every turn, regardless of where she was.

I’m almost in my fifth month, she thought hazily, recalling the words of Elder Bellini, who had warned her to be careful. Even Dante had seen a need to ban her from eating out and insisted she remain cautious at all times.

What then will happen for the remainder of the fourth month? she wondered drowsily, realizing that things might not be as easy as she had previously thought.

Because apart from Tiberio, who was actively trying to kill her, somehow some members of the Bellini family were not happy that she was having a child.

How can people be so heartless? she thought, her mind drifting back to Namira, whom she had met enough times to know that the woman wanted nothing more than for her to be gone entirely.

By the time she woke up, only Guila was with her, sitting on a chair beside the couch, her back straight and posture impeccable even as she typed away on her phone. The room was quiet, guarded silence pressing in from every corner.

One glance at the window made it obvious that it was still early in the afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in soft streaks even as Guila began to speak the second she saw Dora stir.

"The culprit has been caught and removed. They won’t be a problem," Guila assured her calmly.

Dora listened but couldn’t help feeling skeptical, especially since the estate was filled with numerous servants—far too many people who could be turned, bribed, or threatened. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Yes, but the true culprit hasn’t," Dora replied quietly. "I can bet that they won’t either." Her tone was flat, resigned, knowing that if it were the people she suspected, then they were too powerful, too rich, and too smart to allow themselves to get caught.

She sent a knowing look to Guila, who didn’t respond immediately. Guila took in a deep breath before finally speaking.

"If we’re careful, all we can do is prevent it," Guila said, meeting Dora’s gaze. It was an indirect admission that she agreed and that there was no choice but constant caution.

Dora didn’t speak anymore. She leaned against the arm of the couch and closed her eyes, intending to go back to her nap, not seeing any reason to worry over things she couldn’t change.

Later, she moved back to her room and settled in front of the TV to watch a movie, doing her best to relax. The volume was low, the images barely holding her attention. Meanwhile, unknown to anyone else, her hands continued to tremble ever so slightly, betraying the fear she refused to voice.

"Sir, we keep trying, but it’s not working," Valley said to his boss as he stood in the office, his head slightly lowered and his eyes fixed firmly on the ground. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

He knew his place. His predecessor was dead, and he now stood where that man once had. Ask too many questions and you became a nuisance. Ask too few and you were deemed unworthy to stand beside him. It was a delicate balance he had to navigate and succeed at.

"We attacked, but it didn’t work. The truck driver simply died," Valley continued, his voice controlled but tense.

Tiberio, seated behind his desk, merely nodded his head as he glanced over the papers in his hands, not bothering to look up.

"The girl..." Valley began again, hesitating briefly. "...kidnapping her is becoming a hassle. Wouldn’t it be better to just kill her?" he asked, genuinely curious. Killing her would be the easiest thing to do—something that could be done in a single day. He was aware that his boss had other women he liked and didn’t seem to romantically care about her beyond the fact that she was meant to be his.

He had barely finished speaking when Tiberio shook his head, making a sound that resembled a scoff, thick with annoyance.

"Kill her? Then what do I get for my troubles?" Tiberio said, adjusting the glasses on his face. He was an old man, but age had done nothing to diminish the ruthlessness in his gaze.

It was evident in the way he carried himself, in the measured confidence of his movements, even as he spoke.

"She’s married to a billionaire and carrying his child. If I get her alive, I get one for the price of two—better still if she’s close to her due date," he continued smoothly.

"Leave her alone for a while. Give her a false sense of security. Then, in about two months, we’ll attack in full. We’ll take her, and the timing will make Mr. Bellini feel the urgency," he said, a cruel expression spreading across his face, one that showed he enjoyed the thought, even if not as much as he would enjoy the act itself.

"It’s been a while since I fucked a heavily pregnant woman. It would be nice if the baby chose that exact time to come," he added with an almost playful giggle, his eyes gleaming with perverse anticipation.

"It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t make it, as long as I can drain her billionaire husband dry. He has money, but clearly he has no power," Tiberio concluded coldly, fully aware that there was nothing the police could do to him.

They had tried before. And every single time, they had failed.