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-"

know

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a motive," I insisted, trying not to look at

coldly, "I'd have my legal team handle

"Then who-"

find out soon." Sean moved toward his closet. "You should know that Aria and Ethan are exceptionally

felt a flicker of

whoever took them must

my arms around myself. "You seem to have

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

Sean ripped the towel from his waist, letting it drop to the floor.

body was a masterpiece of raw power-broad shoulders tapering to a sculpted chest, abs carved like

the shower, glistening under the dim light, drawing my eyes to the sharp

spun away, heat flooding

with you?" I hissed, my voice pitching higher

his tone dripping with mock

staring. Haven't you had your fill

spat, storming toward the

you wanted?" he called after me, his voice a deliberate, velvet

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

sparked in his

the distance between us,

him, his skin scorching against mine. His breath brushed my ear as he leaned in close, voice low and

with challenge.

"Is that so?"

desperate for space, but he

with deliberate intent