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-"

to be someone they know and trust. Aria and Ethan wouldn't go with

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a motive," I insisted, trying not to

replied coldly,

"Then who-"

"You should know that Aria and Ethan are

felt a flicker

them must have been

wrapped my arms around myself. "You seem to have

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

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

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

under the dim

away, heat

is wrong with you?" I

tone dripping with mock innocence. "You're

you had

spat, storming toward the

this what you wanted?" he called after me, his

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of gorgeous, ripped Italian men over

sparked in

us, grabbed my

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

with challenge.

"Is that so?"

space, but

intent until my fingers brushed the thick,