The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 55

Chapter 55: A Friend I Never Forgot

Angela POV

The burly man who had rescued me from Luca led me to a hotel called Sapphire, its elegant facade rising high into the night sky.

The security detail maintained their professional distance as we ascended toward the top floor, their presence both reassuring and somewhat unnerving.

My phone buzzed with another message from Emily:

Angela, are you sure you're okay? I've contacted Sean. He's on his way.

Emily meant well, but she didn't understand. After this morning's argument with Sean, the last thing I needed was another confrontation. His controlling behavior, the way he tried to dictate who I could talk to-it was suffocating. Let him worry for a change. I slipped my phone back into my purse without responding.

The elevator chimed softly as we reached the penthouse level. The security team led me through a corridor adorned with elegant sconces and original artwork, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting.

Everything about this floor screamed old money and refined taste-a far cry from Luca's gaudy attempt at luxury in the club below.

"Please make yourself comfortable, Mrs. Shaw," one of the security team

members said, gesturing to a plush armchair. "My employer will join you shortly."

I settled into the chair, trying to ignore the growing unease in my stomach.

Something about this felt too deliberate, too carefully orchestrated.

A server appeared almost immediately, presenting a silver tray laden with fresh berries, chocolate-dipped strawberries, and delicate

in my favorite flavors.

macarons

My eyes narrowed slightly. These weren't just random refreshments they were all things I particularly enjoyed. Even the arrangement mimicked how I preferred my desserts presented at home.

was too perfect to

of movement making me place a protective hand over my

one, I thought. We'll figure this out

phone buzzed again. This time

Sean: Where are you?

the screen, debating whether to respond. Before

another message appeared:

Angela, answer me.

the phone across the room. Instead,

I'm fine. Don't

His response was immediate;

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55: A Friend

Too late. I'm

measured, unhurried-the confident stride of someone who knew exactly what kind of impression they wanted to make.

Hello, Little Angel."

father, only one person in the world

have known

the doorway tall and lean,

heritage was evident in his features: high cheekbones, light amber eyes, and a natural tan that spoke of his Mediterranean background. He looks much more mature and

mouth dropping

smiled, that same devastating smile that had turned heads

years ago.

I remembered. Christopher Blake, Sean's closest friend from college, had always been there in the background. He never missed a chance to

knowing smile, "Sean gave Christina a sapphire necklace for her birthday this year. What did

on your mind?" Christopher crossed the room and stood beside me,

His

eyes

were locked on mine.