Married to the Billionaire Who Betrayed Me novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46 Escaping His Dangerous Medical Trap

I gave him my name. I stripped the billionaire legacy from his bloodline. He would never carry the Johnston name. He would never

serve as a pawn in their ruthless corporate games. He belonged to me.

The nurse wrote the name on a clipboard and left the room.

I kept my finger anchored in his tiny grasp. I stared at his sleeping face. A profound, fierce maternal instinct locked into my bones, The fragile girl vanished forever. I became a mother. I became a predator willing to tear the world apart to keep this child safe.

“I vow to you,” I whispered to Elias. I did not care if Eduardo heard me. “No one will ever make you feel unwanted. I will build an empire for you. I will burn their towers to the ground to keep you warm. You will never know their cruelty.”

I made the promise with every fiber of my being. I would amass wealth. I would amass power. I would become a force of nature. I would return to the capital one day, and I would make the people who discarded us choke on their own regret,

Eduardo stepped closer to the bed. He watched the exchange. A deep respect hardened his features. He recognized the shift in my

posture. He saw the birth of a dangerous woman.

“You have a reason to fight now, Minerva,” Eduardo noted.

“I have a reason to conquer,” I corrected.

I withdrew my hand from the incubator. I settled back against the pillows. I needed to heal. I needed to recover my physical strength. The battle for the Valdez Elegance subsidiary waited for my return. The war against the Johnston Group loomed on the

horizon.

Eduardo reached into his overcoat. His expression turned grim. The warmth left his dark eyes. He pulled a folded piece of paper

from his pocket.

“We face a new complication,” Eduardo stated. He handed the paper across the bed rails.

I took the sheet. It was a hospital billing transfer. The text detailed the costs of the neonatal incubator and the specialized respiratory equipment Elias required.

‘The neonatal wing requires specialized funding,” Eduardo explained. His gravel voice dropped to a low, cautious register. “This hospital operates as a charity subsidiary. When a patient arrives with no insurance and a sealed name, the billing system routes the equipment request to their primary corporate donor network to cover the operating cost.”

I scanned the paper. My eyes stopped near the bottom of the page.

The primary corporate donor for the neonatal wing was the Johnston Medical Foundation.

The air trapped in my lungs. My blood turned to ice.

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“Tristan Johnston owns the foundation,” I said. The realization sent a shock of terror through my system.

“Yes,” Eduardo confirmed. He gripped the brass handle of his cane tight. “The funding request triggered an alert in their capital office. A massive expenditure for an anonymous, premature birth matching your physical timeline. The anomaly tripped their

security algorithm.”

I crushed the paper in my fist. “They know.”

“They suspect,” Eduardo corrected. He looked toward the closed hospital door. “Mateo Castillo monitors those alerts. Tristan’s hounds never left Port Sterling. They just received a flare in the dark.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. I looked at the tiny, fragile life sleeping in the plastic box. He possessed Tristan’s jawline. Mateo Castillo walked into this room and looked at Elias, the secret would shatter. The Johnston lawyers would descend on this

hospital before the sun rose. They would take my son.

“We must leave,” I demanded. I threw the thin cotton blanket off my legs. Pain ripped through my core, but I ignored the agony. I

swung my feet toward the edge of the bed.

“You cannot walk, Minerva,” Eduardo warned. He stepped forward to block my movement. ‘You underwent massive physical trauma.

The child requires the incubator.”

“I will carry the incubator myself, I hissed. The maternal rage fueled my adrenaline. I grabbed the metal bed rail. “I will not let

them cage my son.”

Eduardo placed a firm hand on my shoulder. He pressed me back against the mattress with surprising strength.

“Listen to me,” Eduardo ordered. His eyes burned with intense authority. “I anticipated the threat. I parked my personal vehicle at the loading dock. I bribed the night shift supervisor. We possess a fifteen-minute window before the security cameras reactivate.”

I stopped fighting his grip. “You can move the equipment?”

“I own a private medical transport van, Eduardo revealed. “I bought it an hour ago. The neonatal team will transfer the child to a portable unit. We transport you both to a secure, private clinic on the edge of the city. A clinic I fund in secret.”

He built a secondary escape route while I slept in recovery. The old man operated with a level of paranoia that matched my own.

“Get the transport,” I said.

Eduardo turned toward the door.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the room. The footsteps stopped directly outside my door.

My breath caught in my throat. I looked at Eduardo. The old man tightened his grip on his wooden cane. He positioned his body between the door and the clear plastic bassinet holding Elias.

The brass handle on the hospital door began to turn.

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