The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47- The Intruder

Aria POV

I was in Noah’s room, helping him pick out clothes for the rest of the week, when I heard the sound.

A soft click. Like a door closing.

I froze, listening. The penthouse was quiet—too quiet. James had stationed guards outside, but they’d been silent for the last ten minutes. Usually I could hear them talking, their radios crackling.

Now? Nothing.

"Mama?" Noah looked up from his toy box, sensing my tension. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing, baby. Keep playing." I kept my voice light even as my heart started racing. "Mama needs to check something."

I walked slowly toward the living room, my phone in my hand. I should call security.

But something made me hesitate. Some instinct that said making noise right now would be a very bad idea.

The living room was empty. So was the kitchen. Everything looked normal, untouched.

But I could feel it—that prickling sensation of being watched.

I turned toward the hallway that led to my office, and that’s when I saw him.

Marcus Blackwood stood in my foyer, his face illuminated by the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. He looked calm, almost casual, like he’d been invited.

"Hello, Aria," he said pleasantly. "We need to talk."

I moved immediately, putting myself between him and Noah’s room. "How did you get in here?"

"I’m very resourceful." He took a step closer, and I noticed something in his hand. A small black device. "Your security system is quite good. But nothing’s perfect."

"The guards outside"

"Are unconscious at least but not dead," he added, like that made it better. "I’m not a monster. Just a man protecting his interests."

My phone was still in my hand, but he saw me glance at it and smiled.

"Go ahead. Call for help. But by the time anyone gets here, this conversation will be over. One way or another."

"What do you want?" I kept my voice steady, my body blocking the hallway to Noah’s room.

"What I’ve always wanted. My family’s company. My birthright." He moved closer, and I fought the urge to back away. "Damien thinks he’s won. That his little folder of evidence will stop me. But he’s forgotten something important."

"What’s that?"

"I have nothing left to lose." His smile widened. "He took everything from me. My place in the family, my inheritance, my future. All because our father decided he was the better son. The golden child."

"So this is about jealousy?" I asked, trying to keep him talking. Trying to give someone—anyone—time to realize something was wrong.

"This is about justice." His eyes hardened. "But Damien complicated things. He had to fall in love with you. He had to have a child which gave me leverage I never expected."

My blood ran cold. "If you touch Noah"

"I don’t want to hurt the boy," Marcus interrupted. "I’m not a child killer, Aria. But I need Damien to understand that he can’t win this. That some battles cost more than they’re worth."

"So what’s your plan? Take us hostage? Force Damien to give you the company?"

"Nothing so crude." He pulled something else from his pocket—a syringe filled with clear liquid. "I’m going to make you disappear. Both of you. Somewhere Damien will never find you. And I’m going to let him spend the rest of his life wondering if you’re alive or dead."

The casual way he said it, like he was discussing dinner plans, made my stomach turn.

"You’re insane."

"Maybe." He shrugged. "But I’m also very good at disappearing people. I’ve had years to perfect the skill."

I heard it then—a soft sound from Noah’s room. The creak of a floorboard.

Marcus heard it too. His eyes flicked toward the hallway, and his smile grew.

"Is that him? Little Noah?" He started walking toward me, toward the hallway, and I moved to block him completely.

"You’ll have to go through me first."

"If you insist." He raised the syringe.

I threw my phone at his face.

It was a desperate move, but it worked. The phone hit him square in the nose, and he stumbled back with a curse. I didn’t wait—I ran to Noah’s room, slammed the door, and locked it.

"Mama!" Noah’s eyes were huge with fear. He’d heard everything.

"It’s okay, baby. We’re okay." I looked around frantically. The room had one window, but we were forty-three floors up. The door was solid, but Marcus would get through it eventually.

I pulled out my phone—wait, no, I’d thrown it. Stupid me.

The door handle rattled. Then there was a thump as Marcus threw his weight against it.

"Aria, you’re only making this harder," his voice came through the door, muffled but clear. "I don’t want to hurt you. But I will if you make me."

I grabbed Noah and pulled him into the closet, the only space with a second door. My mind raced through options. The panic button James had installed in every room—where was it? There, by the light switch.

I lunged for it as the bedroom door splintered.

Marcus walked through, calm and unhurried, the syringe still in his hand. "Really, Aria. This is beneath you."

I pressed the panic button and heard nothing. No alarm. No alert.

Marcus saw my expression and smiled. "I disabled it. Along with your cameras, your communications, everything. You’re completely isolated."

Noah whimpered behind me, and something in me snapped.

I’d spent years surviving, rebuilding and Protecting my son. I’d escaped from an toxic man, rebuilt my life from nothing, become a CEO who commanded respect and fear.

I was not going to let this psychopath take that away.

"You made a mistake," I said quietly.

"Oh? What’s that?"

"You came here alone." I stepped out of the closet, away from Noah. Drawing Marcus’s attention to me. "And you underestimated what a mother will do to protect her child."

I grabbed the heavy lamp from Noah’s dresser and swung it at Marcus’s head.

He ducked, but not fast enough. The lamp caught him on the shoulder, and he dropped the syringe with a curse. It rolled across the floor, and we both dove for it.

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