Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

SEBASTIAN

Despite my instinct to follow Blaire blindly, I knew I had to remain level-headed and think critically. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on my shoulders as I grappled with the need to protect both my son and the woman I cherished above all else.

As much as I wanted to go there myself, I know I wouldn’t be much use there. Catherine will probably use my weakness to hurt those I love the most.

Turning to the head of the task force leading the operation, I sought reassurance in their preparedness. “Are your men ready, officer?” I inquired, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within me.

“Yes, Mr. Foster,” came the confident response. “We’ve scoured the target area, and everyone is in position.”

As soon as I realized Blaire was missing, a surge of panic gripped me. I wasted no time in reaching for my phone, dialling her number with trembling fingers. Meanwhile, I instructed a trusted friend to use their tracking expertise to locate her signal.

With bated breath, I watched the monitor, my heart pounding as a red dot blinked to life, indicating Blaire’s whereabouts. But then, in a sudden and horrifying twist, the dot vanished.

“What happened? What’s going on?” I demanded, my voice laced with urgency as I turned to the technician in charge of the computer.

“I think she turned off her phone, sir,” he replied, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

My mind reeled with confusion and fear. Why would Blaire turn off her phone in such a critical moment? Did she sense danger? Was she being forced to speak?

Desperation clawed at my chest as I pressed the technician for answers. “Can you still track her signal even if it was turned off?” I implored, my voice tight with apprehension.

“We’ll try our best, sir,” he assured me, though the uncertainty in his voice mirrored my own inner turmoil. With every passing second, the weight of the situation bore down on me, driving home the grim reality of Blaire’s disappearance and the peril she now faced.

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As we waited anxiously for any sign of Blaire’s whereabouts, the tension in the room was palpable. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, with every second bringing us closer to the brink of despair.

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Suddenly, a flicker of hope emerged as the technician’s fingers danced across the keyboard, his eyes glued to the screen. “I’ve managed to pick up a faint announced, his voice tinged with relief.

signal,”

My heart leapt with anticipation as I leaned in closer, my eyes fixed on the monitor. Despite the odds, we hadn’t lost her completely. There was still a chance, however slim, of tracking her down and

bringing her back to safety.

Frustration gnawed at me as I watched the monitor, and my brows furrowed in confusion. Blaire was veering off course, heading in a direction completely opposite from the address she had provided. It made no sense. We were supposed to meet at the designated location, yet here she was, seemingly headed in the opposite direction.

“Where the hell is she going?” I muttered under my breath, my mind swirling with questions and uncertainty.

As I scrutinized the screen, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. The signal, once steady, now remained stubbornly static, refusing to budge from its current location. Panic surged within me, mingling with frustration and fear.

“What’s going on? Why isn’t her signal moving?” I demanded, my voice tinged with urgency as I turned to the technician for answers. But he could offer no explanation, his expression mirroring my own bewilderment.

“I’ll check on it, sir,” he said, trying to find some answers to my question.

As minutes stretched into agonizing eternity, the tension in the room reached a fever pitch. I looked to the technician for answers, but his expression offered little reassurance. Finally, he spoke, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

“Sir, there could be only one explanation for this,” he began, his words heavy with implication. “She might have discarded her phone along the way, causing her signal to remain static.”

His words hit me like a blow to the gut. The thought of Blaire being alone and vulnerable in an unknown location sent a chill down my spine. Panic surged within me, mingling with a deep sense of dread.

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My heart pounded in my chest as panic threatened to engulf me. “But we have to do something!” I exclaimed, my voice quivering with urgency. “We can’t just sit

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here and do nothing while she’s out there; Go d knows where!”

The situation weighed heavily on me, like a heavy blanket, making it hard to breathe. Blaire, my love, was somewhere out there, lost and facing danger alone. Not knowing where she was, along with Catherine’s location and my son’s, made every passing moment scarier.

The threats surrounding us felt overwhelming, making even the bravest person nervous. Time dragged on, each second filled with worry about Blaire and my son’s safety.

But I couldn’t just sit and hope for the best. I had to act, using all the help available, to find them before it was too late.

With determination, I prepared myself for the tough tasks ahead. I was set on bringing Blaire and my son back safely, no matter what challenges we faced. They were counting on me, and I wouldn’t stop until they were back where they belonged, safe in my arms.

With determination coursing through my veins, I knew I had to take decisive. action. I couldn’t rely on conventional methods alone; I needed to utilize every resource at my disposal to find her. And there was one person I knew could help.

Without hesitation, I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling as I dialled a number engraved in my memory. The line rang once or twice before a familiar voice answered on the other end.

“Hello?” came the voice, laced with curiosity and concern.

“Hey, Atlas. It’s me,” I said, my words rushing and breathless. “I need your help. Blaire is missing, and I don’t know where she is. We need to find her, and we need to find her now.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, the weight of the situation sinking in. “Of course,” came the response, firm, and resolute. “We’ll mobilize our team immediately. We have access to satellite technology through our

collaboration with the government. We’ll use every tool at our disposal to track her down.”

“Also,” I continued, my voice firm with resolve, “I want you to do a thorough background check on Catherine Foster’s whereabouts over the past few days. Leave no stone unturned. Check her bank records and her financial transactions- anything that might give us a clue about what she was planning.”

“We’ll get on it right away,” he assured me, his tone reflecting the seriousness of the

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task at hand. “I’ll mobilize my team and start digging into Catherine’s movements. With any luck, we’ll uncover something that can lead us to her and, hopefully, to Blaire.”

“She also has my son. Time is of the essence. I need this information as soon as possible,” I firmly reiterated, the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on my mind.

“You have a son?” he chuckled. “I had no idea. It’s unfortunate that you have to share this news with your friend like this.”

“I only found out recently myself.”

“Serves you right. I’m glad Blaire left you,” he teased.

“Shut up

and find my wife and my son!”

“Which wife?” he continued teasing.

“This isn’t the right time for games, Atlas!” I said it irritatedly.

“Chill, dude!”

“My family is in danger! How do you expect me to chill? Why don’t you shut up and start doing what I’m asking you to do?” I yelled at him.

He chuckled confidently. “Already done,” he said.

“What? You got it?” I asked confusedly.

“Of course. I wasn’t called a genius for nothing,” he said confidently.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within me. Despite the irritation simmering beneath the surface, I couldn’t afford to lose my composure now. “Just tell me what you found,” I demanded, my voice firm.

“Alright, alright,” Atlas replied, his tone shifting to a more serious demeanour. “I dug into Catherine’s recent activities, and let me tell you, it’s not pretty.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I listened intently, hanging on to his every word. The seconds felt like hours as I waited for him to continue.

“It seems she’s been making some questionable transactions lately,” Atlas continued. “Large sums of money noving-around; shady dealings with suspicious people.” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

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My mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle before me. “Do you think she’s involved in Blaze’s disappearance?” I asked, and the pieces slowly started to fall into place.

“It’s certainly possible,” Atlas replied, his voice grim. “But there’s something else you need to know.”

“What is it?” I pressed, a knot of dread forming in the pit of my stomach.

“I managed to trace one of her recent transactions. She recently rented out a yacht in Chelsea Pier,” he revealed.

“We need to move fast,” I said, the urgency in my voice palpable. “Can you get me the exact address?”

I swiftly thanked Atlas for his efforts, feeling a surge of gratitude for his quick response. With the coordinates in hand, I wasted no time relaying the information to the task force leader overseeing the

operation.

“Thank you, Atlas,” I said earnestly, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the

air.

As I hung up the phone, a tumult of emotions swirled within me, my heart torn between fear and hope. The fate of my wife and son hung in the balance, and every passing second felt like an eternity.

“We’ll do everything we can to keep your wife and your son safe, sir,” the head of the task force assured me, his voice steady and reassuring.

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“I’ll come with you,” I insisted, the urgency of the situation driving me to action.

“I wouldn’t recommend that, sir,” he replied, his tone cautious. “It might hamper our operation.”

“I don’t care,” I declared, my resolve unwavering. “I need to be there.”

With a heavy heart and a sense of determination burning within me, I prepared to join the task force on their mission to rescue my loved ones. Whatever dangers lay ahead, I was ready to face them head-on for the sake of my family.

Pushing aside any lingering doubts or fears, I joined the task force as we set out on our mission. Every moment felt like an eternity as we raced against time to reach the coordinates provided by Atlas.

As we neared our destination, tension hung thick in the air, with each member of the team silently preparing themselves for what lay ahead. The adrenaline

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coursing through my veins was palpable, driving me forward with a singular focus: to find Blaire and Blaze and bring them home safely.

As we approached the designated location, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, with every nerve in my body on edge. With bated breath, we prepared to confront whatever dangers awaited us, ready to do whatever it took to rescue my family.

As we reached the pier, the scene before us was nothing short of chaotic. Armed men roamed the space, their presence a menacing reminder of the danger that surrounded us. But I refused to let fear paralyze me, steeling myself for the confrontation that lay ahead.

With the element of surprise on our side, we launched into action, engaging the enemy in a fierce and determined assault. Each moment felt like an eternity as we fought tooth and nail to overcome the obstacles in our path, driven by a singular purpose: to rescue Blaire and Blaze at all costs

As the battle raged on, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, propelling me forward with unwavering determination. Every fibre of my being was focused on one goal: to reach my family and bring them to safety.

In all the chaos and fighting, I was only thinking about finding Blaire and Blaze. While everything was happening around me, I looked everywhere, trying to spot them.

Then I saw them: Blaire and Blaze, tied up and unable to move. They were standing by the dock, and a fast boat was taking them away. My heart sank as they drifted further away from us.

“F***!” I cursed under my breath, realizing we were just a few minutes late. If only we’d arrived sooner, we might have caught them in time.