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

take them," Sean replied coldly, "I'd have my

"Then who-"

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

I felt a flicker of

whoever took them must have been very

my arms around myself. "You seem to

humorless smirk tugged at his lips. "You'll see soon

to the

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

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

spun away, heat flooding my

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

he teased, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

you had your fill

I spat, storming toward the

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

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my courage. "Don't flatter yourself. I've seen plenty of gorgeous, ripped Italian men over the past five years-men who'd make you look average. Why would

sparked in his

fluid, predatory motion, he closed the distance between us, grabbed my arm, and yanked me hard

the heat radiating off him, his skin scorching against mine. His breath brushed my ear

with challenge.

"Is that so?"

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

down with deliberate intent until my fingers brushed the