Chapter 18
Marcus’s POV
Marcus furrowed his brows, as a strange headache began creeping in. You said that money was for your prenatal vitamins?
Bianca waved her hand carelessly. “It’s the same thing. It’s all for the baby. Do you know firs much stress I’m under? I need to feel good, and looking good makes me feel good. You want a healthy baby, don’t you?”
His patience snapped. “You think jewelry is going to help a baby be healthy? he asked coldy
Bianca’s face fell at his tone, and her eyes welled up instantly with tears. “Are you seriously shouting at me right now?” she sniffled. “Do you know how hard it is to be pregnant and unloved?”
Marcus closed his eyes briefly, forcing himself to breathe. A few days ago, her tears might have caused him to panic and be troubled. He would have pulled her close as he tried to comfort he and make her feel better.
Now, all he felt was annoyance.
Isabella was never this dramatic. No matter how much stress she was under
He hated how clear the difference was now.
Bianca stepped forward dramatically. “Marcus, please. Why are you being so cold lately? Don’t you care about me? About the baby?”
Marcus rubbed a hand down his face, fighting the urge to groan or scream
“I don’t have time for this right now, Bianca,” he muttered.
She opened her mouth to argue again, but his phone rang sharply, cutting her off.
Immediately he recognized the number, his eyes widened, and he scrambled to pick the phone
“Marcus. It’s Jackson. I found something.”
He stood up abruptly with his heart pounding heavily. “Hold on.”
Marcus didn’t hesitate, he turned to Bianca, who was still wiping her eyes dramatically, 1 need you to leave.”
Her brows lifted in shock and disbelief. “What?”
“I have a meeting to handle right now.“His voice was firm as he spoke.
She blinked at him like he had slapped her. “Marcus, I’m carrying your child. Are you really throwing me out of your office?”
Marcus sighed. “Please, let’s continue this conversation later. Just go home and wait for me. This meeting is very important.”
Bianca stared at him with shock, and this time, it looked very real. She wanted to argue, but there was something in his eyes that made her pause.
She scoffed bitterly, holding her purse tightly. “Fine. Whatever. I just go figure out how to take care of your child..”
Without waiting for another response, she turned and stormed out of the office, slamming the
pm
door behind her.
Marcus exhaled deeply in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose before raising the phon to his ear again. “Speak.”
“We got a hit. Our facial recognition system flagged a woman who matches Isabella’s profile o traffic camera footage behind the burning orphanage the day of the fire.”
“The angle is bad and the footage is blurry, but our system tagged it as a possible match.”
Marcus’s pulse quickened, and his breath caught.
“From the footage, she was unconscious,” Jackson continued.
Marcus’s grip tightened on the phone. “Unconscious?” he repeated, his voice was cold.
“Yes. Someone was carrying her, a man, but the footage is too grainy to know who it is. We’r enhancing it, but right now, we don’t know who he is.”
Marcus clenched his jaw tightly, and his heart pounded hard in his chest.
A man had carried Isabella away. It explained a lot of things.
If Isabella had escaped on her own, she would have contacted him. No matter how angry or hur she had been, no matter the distance, she would have found a way.
Which meant that she was being held against her will.
His stomach twisted. For the first time in days, he felt relief in his chest.
She was alive, but someone had her.
“Get me everything about him. Now,” Marcus ordered. “Whoever he is, wherever they went. I wan
his face, his name, his blood type. I want to know what he eats for breakfast.”
Jackson didn’t even hesitate. “Yes sir..”
Marcus ended the call and stood there in silence. His hands were clenched into fists.
Isabella was alive.
She hadn’t died in that fire.
She hadn’t left him as he thought.
She had been kidnapped against her will, and now that he knew that, he was going to burn the world to get her back.
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