The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Roman’s POV

“Hey, man.” I said into my phone as I took my seat on the swivel chair in the study.

I was currently talking to Damien. Also, it had been three days since Sofie went missing.

I had already filed a missing person report but still, there were no traces of her movement. I had also hired a team of renowned private investigators but all their efforts to find her proved to be nothing but futile.

They were now implying that she must have been abducted, but we still haven’t gotten any call from any one demanding a ransom.

Strangely, she had also not been captured on any CCTV camera.

I regretted not paying enough attention to her. I really did.

For the past four days, I hadn’t been to work because I couldn’t bring myself to focus on other things but Sofie.

“So how are you holding up? Have you been able to sleep at all since the past four days?” He asked.

I caught a glimpse of my bloodshot, sleep-ridden eyes through the gold nameplate plate on the table, which bore my initials, and I shook my head in self pity.

“No. I can’t even bring myself to close my eyes for a second. I’ve taken some medications for insomnia but I don’t think they worked.” I said.

“That’s bad, man. You should get some sleep, even if it’s for just an hour, you need to sleep to be energized or how do you expect to find Sofie looking so burned out?” He lectured in a sympathetic yet firm tone.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“I will try.” I said, although we both know I wouldn’t.

“Very well then. I’ll stop by later today, take care of yourself, Roman. Eat well and sleep well, don’t let go of yourself. I know everything will return to it’s normal place very soon.” He advised, to which I nodded.

“Hey, man. I’m sorry about the other day. I shouldn’t have said that to you nor should I have disrespected Chloe’s memory like that.” I said solemnly.

He sighed. “Roman, you’ve been apologizing for the last three days and I already told you that I’ve forgiven you. To be honest, I understand your anger because I also wouldn’t take it if my friend was hanging out with my girl, and I didn’t know about it.”

“But I should have been more levelheaded about it. I should have been fucking matured with it. Now look what my anger issues has brought me, Sofie is nowhere to be found. Only the heavens know if she’s still alive.” I gritted out.

As soon as the words left my mouth, panic gripped my heart.

“No, man. I won’t allow you to say that. You won’t give up hope just like that. Sofie is very much well. That I can assure you, she’s a very strong woman albeit how demure her physical frame might be, no offense.” Damien said.

For the first time in days, my lips curved upward in a smile.

“None taken. I agree with you, she’s really strong and I admire that about her.”

Damien hummed from the other end. “So try to get some sleep, okay? I’m hanging up.”

And with that, he hung up.

I stared at my phone screen, specifically at the picture of Sofie which I used as my wallpaper and a rush of emotions filled me.

In the picture, she was all smiley, and sitting across from me at a restaurant we went to while we were in Greece.

I badly wanted to see that smile again.

Now, I was more determined to get Sofie anyhow I could. Even if it meant I had to swim in the deepest of oceans and climb the highest of mountains.

All that wouldn’t matter to me as long as I found her and our baby.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts and yanked my back to reality with a wicked force.

“Come in.” I muttered, putting my phone away.

A manservant walked in and bowed to me. “Good morning, sir. Someone brought this for you.”

He placed a brown envelope on my table and bowed again.

I frowned as I eyed the envelope. I wasn’t expecting anything from anyone.

I tore the seal off the envelope. “Did the person say who it came from?”

“No, sir.”

“You may leave.” I discharged him.

Just as I was about to retrieve the containment of the envelope, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Lana.

Enraged, I declined the call and immediately blocked her.

I thought I had barred her number.

When I finally set my eyes on the contents of the envelope, my legs trembled with shock and I had to tightly clasp my desk, lest my legs fail me and let me fall to the ground.

They were pictures of Sofie. And in some of those heart-wrenching pictures, she was tied to a chair, unconscious and wearing nothing more than a filthy mini gown that fell off her shoulder and slightly exposed her boobs.

While in others, she was still unconscious but stark naked and her face had been mauled with bruises.

“S-Sofie.” I whispered, my hands shaking as I reassessed the pictures again.

Like a demon-possessed device, my phone chose that moment to ping with a message from an unknown number.

My first resolve was to slam the device against the wall but I suppressed my ire, and clicked on the message.

The anger in me tripled as I scanned through the message, which read;

“Hi, my love. I hope you got my little surprise nicely. I know you must be really worried about the whore but don’t worry too much because she’s in safe hands.

As you can see, I’m not hurting her too much, or am I? Also, I don’t want a ransom, I only want you. You can show the police and the numerous private investigators that I’m sure you must have hired by now but they will never be able to track me down because this is a burner phone.

Anyway, I love you. I just wanted to inform you about her whereabouts.

Love, Lana.”

With immense anger simmering within me, I unblocked Lana’s number and dialled it but she didn’t pick up.

Almost instantly, I got a text from another unknown number which read;

“I’ll only talk to you when I want to. Not when you want to. Have a nice day, Sofie sends her greetings.”

I inhaled sharply and quickly began dialling Damien’s number.

On the third ring, he picked. “Hey, man.”

“Sofie. I found her. She’s been kidnapped by that fucking bitch, Lana.” I gritted out.

I heard a deep sigh from the other end before Damien said. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I tightly clasped my phone against my palm as various furious thoughts assailed my mind.

“Fuck!” I growled, flinging my nameplate across the room.