The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Behind the Door

Angela POV

The commercial flight cruised above the Atlantic.

Sleep eluded me despite my exhaustion. I checked my phone again no new messages, no word from Sean.

I forced my eyes closed, willing my body to rest. The children's faces flashed behind my eyelids, followed by images of Sean wounded, captured, or worse.

Three hours of fitful sleep would have to be enough.

As the plane touched down at the Mediterranean coast airport, my phone immediately lit up with a message from Thomas.

"Mrs. Wilson, I see your flight has landed safely."

"Yes, just arrived. I'm coming out now," I replied, gathering my minimal luggage.

"I'm waiting at the tarmac. Car is ready."

Thomas stood beside a black vehicle, looking tired and concerned.

"Any news?" I asked immediately, though I already knew the answer from his expression.

"Nothing concrete, Mrs. Wilson," Thomas replied, taking my bag and opening the car door. "We've been monitoring Mr. Blake's known properties in the region, but there's been no unusual activity"

I slid into the backseat, my mind already racing ahead to what awaited me. "The Mediterranean villa-the one in Portofino where Christopher and I spent holidays- has anyone checked there?"

Thomas hesitated before answering. "We've had it under surveillance, but there's no sign of Mr. Shaw's security detail or any unusual activity."

"That's where Christopher will be," I said with certainty. "That's what he meant by 'our old place.""

The car pulled away from the airstrip, gliding smoothly along coastal roads.

I stared out at the azure waters, remembering afternoons spent on Christopher's yacht, evenings on the terrace overlooking the sea. Five years of friendship, support-all now tainted by obsession and betrayal.

My phone rang, displaying' an unfamiliar European number. I exchanged a glance with Thomas before answering, putting it on speaker.

"Hello?"

the car, smooth and laced with satisfaction. "Faster than I

kept my voice steady.

important to you... otherwise, why rush all the way

hurry?" I countered coldly. "You seem to know my

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you, Angela," Christopher replied, his tone shifting to something almost tender. Just come

won't be harmed."

know you actually have him? This could

five years, do we really need proof between us?' Christopher asked softly. Besides,

grip on the phone. I'm

you will, Christopher's voice hardened. "If you want to see him again, you'll come to our old place.

Christopher-"

waiting for

The line went dead.

me, his expression grave. "Mrs. Wilson, this is clearly a trap. We should wait for the Shaw security team to artive and

made. "Christopher knows I'm here. He probably knows exactly where we are right now. If I

let me accompany

"I'm going

allow that," Thomas protested. "Mr. Shaw would never forgive me if something

"And I'll never forgive myself if something happens to Sean because I didn't follow Christopher's instructions. Please, Thomas. This is

***

wound its way up the coastal hills, each turn

bumpy, forcing our driver to

curve, a combination

nausea became unbearable, I tapped the driver's shoulder. Please

pulled over, I flung the door open

the roadside before emptying the meager

felt a weight settle around my shoulders-Thomas had

me.

pleaded, handing me a bottle of water. "At least let me

to

If he sees anyone with me, the deal

Mr. Blake doesn't

worry about me," I replied,

me. And I will bring Sean back.