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 and trust. Aria and Ethan wouldn't go with

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

wanted to take them," Sean replied coldly, "I'd have my legal team

"Then who-"

his closet. "You should know that Aria and Ethan are exceptionally intelligent.

a flicker of pride. "I

whoever took them must have been very

"You seem to have an idea

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

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

abs carved like they'd been chiseled from

dim light, drawing my eyes to the

spun away, heat

wrong with you?" I hissed, my voice pitching higher than I

dripping with mock innocence. "You're the

staring. Haven't you had your

I spat,

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

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of gorgeous, ripped Italian men over the past

sparked

closed the distance between us, grabbed my arm, and yanked me hard against his bare

his, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, his skin scorching against mine. His breath brushed

with challenge.

"Is that so?"

against him, desperate for space, but he held me tighter.

deliberate intent until my fingers brushed the thick,