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-"

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

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anyone else with a motive," I

Sean replied coldly, "I'd have

"Then who-"

Sean moved toward his closet. "You should know that Aria and Ethan

felt a

took them must

wrapped my arms around myself. "You seem to have an idea who it

soon enough. Don't worry, the children should be safe right

his waist, letting it drop to the

a sculpted chest, abs

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

heat flooding

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

tone dripping with mock

staring. Haven't you had

spat, storming toward the

wanted?" he called after

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yourself. I've seen plenty of gorgeous, ripped Italian men over the past

dangerous glint sparked in

closed the distance between us, grabbed my arm, and yanked

I could feel the heat radiating off him, his skin scorching against

with challenge.

"Is that so?"

for space, but he held me tighter. His

down with deliberate intent until my