Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 508

Seeing the red dots flashing relentlessly from the helicopter in the sky, I clutched Sergio's hand tightly. "W-What do we do?"

We were in the middle of the ocean now—if they attacked, there would be nowhere to hide!

"Don't be afraid. After all, I carry the Ligendzas bloodline. If she wants to use you to threaten the Boltons, she wouldn't go so far as to completely destroy us," Sergio reassured me.

His words were comforting, but my heart still raced with panic and unease. Out here on this vast, boundless sea, Sergio was the only person I could rely on.

The helicopter spotted us and began pursuing our boat.

At that moment, how I wished the one coming after us was Carter—if it were him, at least my child and I might be saved.

But the reality was far crueler than I'd hoped. A heavy machine gun was mounted on the helicopter, and they opened fire in the direction our speedboat was racing toward.

"Dr. Zimmer, what do we do?" I cried out in terror, hugging my round, protruding belly tightly.

"Coco, don't be afraid. I'm here." Sergio wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pressing my head against his chest.

Outside, a violent storm raged, with countless raindrops and waves crashing against us. I clung to Sergio's clothes, uncertain if I could survive this ordeal.

Will I ever make it back alive to see Carter again?

I'm sorry ... I don't even know what he looks like now. The only memory I have is of meeting him when I was eight years old.

I didn't dare imagine how devastated he would be on the day he found my body and our children.

Sergio wasn't wrong—they weren't directly shooting at the boat. Their goal was to force us to stop the speedboat and bring us to a halt.

But in this situation, how could we possibly stop?

If we were captured, both Sergio and I would face a miserable fate.

That sick and twisted family wouldn't let Sergio go, much less spare me.

The speedboat surged forward desperately while the helicopter followed close behind in the stormy sky.

Whether it was the sea or the sky, the situation wasn't looking good.

The wind was fierce, the rain relentless, and the waves towering, but none of us could afford to stop.

Out here in the pitch-black sea, the speedboat and helicopter were locked in a deadly race.

All I could do was pray to the heavens for a way out for me and my child. Just one more month, and I'd finally get to meet them. I couldn't let anything happen now.

I've already suffered so much—rejected by my family, betrayed by the one I loved, torn apart, and barely pieced back together to have this second chance at life. I hadn't even met my children yet.

Heavens, you've tormented me for so long. Just this once—this one time—please give me a chance to live.

I owe nothing to anyone, so why must my life be filled with such misfortune?

If I truly wasn't meant to live, at least wait until I've given birth to my children before taking my life. They're innocent!

Two streams of tears slid silently down my cheeks.

Just then, a flash of violet light streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening thunderclap.

Boom!

I quickly looked up. The helicopter had flown into a thundercloud, and amid the lightning and thunder, it seemed to have been struck.

Smoke trailed from the helicopter as it plummeted from the sky, crashing straight into the ocean.

I was stunned, completely speechless. The wind brushed against the tear tracks on my face, snapping me out of my daze.

The whole scene felt surreal, almost theatrical.

Had God really heard my prayers?

Sergio gently stroked my head, patting my back. "Coco, it's over now."

No, it wasn't over—not yet. That madwoman wouldn't let me off so easily.

I pulled myself out of his embrace and wiped the tears from my face. At the very least, we had survived this ordeal.

The helicopter's wreckage served as a warning, so the speedboat slowed down, and the sounds of the wind and rain began to diminish.

We reached an island to rest and recover. With such a fierce storm, it would have been far too dangerous to continue sailing.

Sergio, you're a good person, but I'm sorry—I won't ever fall for you.