The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Kidnap

Angela POV

Consciousness returned slowly, like wading through thick fog.

The first thing I registered was cold-a deep, bone-chilling cold that seemed to seep through my clothes.

Then came the awareness of restraints around my wrists and ankles, professional-grade zip ties cutting into my

My head throbbed, the lingering effects of chloroform making the dis room spin slightly. As my vision cleared, I took in my surroundings: sleek steel storage units lined the walls, their high security locks gleaming dully in the half-light.

Stay calm, 1 told myself, fighting down the surge of panic as I thought of my unborn child.

The doctor's warnings about stress during the first trimester echoed in my mind.

"Finally awake? The voice came from behind me, followed by deliberate footsteps. "I was starting to worry I'd used too much

chloroform.

1 recognized him instantly-the same man who'd threatened me at the crosswalk, who I'd seen working security at Christina's

parties

As I watched him, the pieces suddenly clicked into place, Christina's dramatic disappearance from the hospital, the timing of it all it wasnt just about luring Sean away. She was crafting herself a perfect alibi.

He moved into my field of vision, carrying a designer travel bag that looked jarringly out of place against his knockoff suit.

chill down

to scream," he said, studying my face, "I'll remove the

he peeled the tape away, I didn't give him the satisfaction

watching his reaction. "Not just from when you pushed me the other day. Years ago, at one

name is...

His eyes

flash of surprise crossing his face before

tone carried

my voice steady. "You worked security at Christina's summer garden party. And the New

flicker of emotion crossed his face-pleasure

determination. "Then you know why I'm

Or did she just manipulate you into thinking this

talk about her like that. You're the one who pushed her

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Chapter 78: Kidnap

that she orchestrated that

the momentary doubt in his eyes. "You rich people are all the same-thinking you can twist everything to suit your

said carefully. "Would you like to know why I

his attempt to maintain control. "Why?" His lips curved into a forced smirk. "Don't

joke amusing at

party, there was a woman whose dress was torn by a stray cat. The dress was worth a hundred thousand dollars. She insisted on having the cat

You even adopted the eat afterward, despite her threats to have you

genuine emotion

goodness in you," I continued softly. In that moment, you showed more nobility than any of

the way his fingers dug into my jaw. "Tell me, Mike, did she promise you something? A better position?