The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 158

Chapter 158: Were They This Big?

Angela POV

"Stop the act," I snapped, watching Sean's confused expression with growing irritation. "The school said their 'father' picked them up. Who else would they mean?"

Sean's expression shifted instantly, his casual demeanor replaced by sharp intensity. He gripped my shoulders firmly. "The children are missing?"

"Don't pretend you don't know," I tried pulling away from his grasp. "You obviously took

them."

"Angela," his voice hardened, emerald eyes boring into mine, "are you saying Aria and Ethan have actually disappeared?"

Something in his reaction made me pause. The alarm in his eyes seemed genuine, not

manufactured.

"They're not with you?" My certainty began to waver.

Without answering, Sean reached for his phone on the nightstand, frowning when he found it dead. "Give me your phone," he demanded, holding out his hand.

I hesitated before complying. He immediately called Thomas, his voice sharp with

urgency.

"The children are missing. Check the school surveillance footage immediately. Find out who took them." He listened briefly. "No, they weren't with me. Someone claimed to be their father. Find them." He ended the call and returned my phone.

I sank onto the edge of his bed as reality hit me. "If you didn't take them, who did?"

"Do you see any signs of children here?" Sean countered, still wearing only the towel around his waist. "Why would I take them, then come home to shower?"

"But the school said their father-"

"It had to be someone they know

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think of anyone else with a motive," I insisted, trying not to look at

coldly, "I'd have my legal team handle

"Then who-"

should know that Aria

everything, I felt a flicker of pride.

whoever took them must have been

arms around myself. "You seem to have

tugged at his lips. "You'll see soon enough. Don't worry, the children should be safe right

letting it drop to the floor. My breath caught as he stood there, utterly

body was a masterpiece of raw power-broad shoulders tapering to a sculpted chest, abs carved like they'd been chiseled from stone,

sheen of water still clung to his skin from the shower, glistening under the dim light, drawing my eyes to the sharp

heat

you?" I hissed, my voice pitching

teased, his tone dripping

you

spat, storming

after

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men over the past five years-men who'd make you look average. Why would I

sparked

fluid, predatory motion, he closed the distance between us, grabbed my arm,

radiating off him, his skin scorching against mine.

with challenge.

"Is that so?"

but he held me tighter. His

it down with deliberate intent