The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 195

Ex–Wife

Chapter 195: If You Don’t Want Me To, Won’t Touch You

Angel POV

“Sean, please answer.” I whispered as the phone continued to ring. Theed you.”

I had only three minutes. Panic tising in my chest, I suddenly remembered Sophie was in Europe right now. With trembling fingers, 1 quickly dialed her mumber, praying she would answer,

“Hello?” Sophie’s familiar voice came through after just two rings.

“Sophie, it’s me, Angela,” I whispered urgently.

“Angela? Did you g

get a new phone? And where are you? 1

This is showing g an international number. Are you in New York?

“Listen carefully and don’t interrupt,” I cut in, my voice barely audible. “I’ve been taken to a private island in the Mediterranean by Christopher Blake. I’m at his villa with Aria and Ethan. The island–has a private airfield, about twenty minutes by car from the villa, There are security guards everywhere watching us.”

“What? Angela, are

are you

“No time,” I interrupted. “I borrowed this phone from a maid. Christopher could return any minute.”

heard Sophie gasp, then a shuffle, followed by a deeper voice. “Ms. Wilson, this is Richard Bennett, Sophie’s editor–in–chief. I’m currently in Paris for Fashion Week. We can help, but I need you to stay calm and follow my instructions.”

“I’m listening.” I whispered, glancing anxiously at the door.

“Can you send your exact location?” he asked.

“I’ll try,” I replied, quickly navigating to the location services on Maria’s phone.

“Don’t confront your captor,” Bennett continued. “Play along until help arrives. If possible, keep

ep this line of communication open.”

“I can’t,” I said, my voice strained. “This isn’t my phone. I’m borrowing it from someone who could lose her job–or worse.”

A sharp knock on the bathroom door made me jump.

“Angela?” Christopher’s voice called through the door.

“I have to go,” I whispered frantically into the phone. “I just sent the location. I might not be able to use this number again.

“Well fi

find you,” Sophie promised. “Stay safe and don’t anger him.”

–“Tell Sean,” I urged. “Tell him where we are.”

“Why

y don’t

you tell him yourself?” s

Sophie asked.

“I tried. He didn’t answer–probably because of the time difference.”

“I understand.” Sophie said quickly. “Take care of yourself. Don’t praypke Christopher. We’ll contact the authorities

“No police,” I cut in “Just tell Sean. He’ll know what to do. Whatever Sean might think of me, I knew he would move heaven and

earth for his children

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Chapter 195: If You Don’t Want Me To, I Won’t Touch You

Angela? Christopher called again, knocking more insistently.

“Coming!” I called out. Then, into the phone, Thave to go now.”

I quickly pried open the back of Maria’s phone, removed the SIM cai, and flushed it down the toilet. Then I tocked the phone into my pocket and opened the door a crack.

“I’m taking a bath,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I need some time alone.”

Christopher’s eyes searched mine. “I thought I heard voices.”

“I’m just talking to myself,” I lied. I do that when I’m stressed. Which I ain, considering you’ve kidnapped me and my children.”

“Angela,” he sighed, “I told you, this is just a vacation-

A

A vacation requires consent,” I snapped, “First you invade my dinner with Maria, and now you’re interrupting my bath? Can’t I have any privacy?”

“Of course,” he relented. “I’ll wait outside.”

I closed the door and immediately turned on both the shower and tus faucets to mask any sound. I slipped Maria’s phone back to her as she lingered in the bedroom, then returned to the bathroom, where I actually slid into the tub, fully intending to use the time to think.

“Angela? Christopher called again. “I brought you sleepwear.”