Page 89 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

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Back at Theo’s house, Rosie paced nervously, “Call her again?” Rosie asked Theo as she paced back and forth, her eyes glued to her phone, waiting for some response.

“She didn’t pick up,” Theo answered, running a hand over his forehead, wiping away the tension that still clung to him. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Rosie took a deep breath, her face tense with worry. Her hand instinctively moved to clutch her swollen stomach, the other gripping the edge of the table for support as she tried to steady herself. Her body ached, but it was the anxiety gnawing at her heart that made her feel so heavy.

"Sienna's done so much for you and me," Rosie murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "And now she's in such a mess because of us." Her eyes met Theo's as she added, "I'm so worried about her, Theo."

Theo’s brows furrowed in concern, reached over and gently helped her sit on the couch. He could feel her unease radiating off her.

“The conference ended hours ago. She should’ve been home by now,” Theo added, reaching over to Rosie and helping her sit down on the couch so she wouldn’t tire herself out standing too long. Theo knelt down in front of her. His hand rested lightly over hers, offering what little comfort he could.

"She still hasn't come home. She should be alright, right?" Rosie’s voice trembled slightly as she questioned him, uncertainty flooding her tone.

Theo's chest tightened, but he smiled reassuringly, though his own fears gnawed at him. "She's going to be alright. Don't worry. I’ll take care of everything. It’ll be okay."

Rosie nodded, though her gaze lingered on the door, doubt still clouding her mind.

"I know she’s strong, but… she’s not invincible," Rosie whispered, her fingers curling into a fist as she tried to hold back her tears. "She’s not as strong as she pretends to be. She can’t take the hatred from everyone. She’s so sweet and caring. I can’t imagine what she’s going through, being slandered by so many people. The whole world turning against her... it’s too much."

Theo’s fingers tightened around Rosie’s. His chest tightened, too. Sienna had been his best friend for years, and the thought of her suffering because of his own mistakes was suffocating.

When he had asked Sienna to marry him, he’d been desperate. He didn’t want to lose Rosie, his position in the business, or his parents, so the only option had been to give them the daughter-in-law they wanted while keeping Rosie by his side until he could stand on his own in the business world.

But now things had spiraled out of control. Not only had Theo's secrets been exposed, but Sienna's past was out in the world, and people who didn’t know her were judging her.

He barely registered the ding of his phone until it vibrated again, snapping him out of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Sienna’s name on the screen. He immediately picked it up and rose to his feet, moving closer to Rosie.

Opening the message, he read aloud the words.

“This might be the last text you receive from me for a while, Theo and Rosie. I’m leaving the country for now. I need to be alone. Theo, you are my best friend, and it’s my responsibility to take care of you in every way I can. I’ve done everything I could for you and Rosie, and I don’t regret it. No matter where I am, I know you both can survive and live happily together. Please, be together and don’t let anything break you apart. I’ll come back soon. Don’t worry about me.”

Theo and Rosie looked at each other in tense silence. Rosie took the phone from Theo’s hand and tried to dial Sienna’s number, but the call didn’t go through. The robotic voice said the number was no longer in service.

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A loud crash echoed in Adrian’s office, the sound of glass and metal smashing onto the floor, sending a chill through the room. Everyone froze, and even the usually unshakable men working for Adrian looked at each other in fear. Adrian stood at the center of the chaos, his body taut with rage.

He clenched his fists, his breath coming in heavy, controlled bursts as he seethed. The table was a wreck, papers scattered, everything from his desk strewn across the floor in disarray.

"Sir, we really tried our best," one of his men ventured, his voice wavering. "We’ve checked everywhere. We tried every method, even the unethical ones. But there's no trace of Ms. Donovan. Her SIM card was found dumped in a trash can outside a mall, and after that, there’s nothing. She’s vanished. We checked every camera, but she’s not in any of them."

Adrian’s icy gaze snapped to the man who spoke, making him flinch. "So she disappeared into thin air? Is she a fucking fairy? How the hell can you not find a woman who doesn’t even know how to use tech?” His voice was low, cold, but laced with a fury that made everyone around him flinch.

"Mr. Vaughn, we’ve checked all the buses, trains, and airports. But she’s nowhere to be found. She must have prepared to disappear.”

Adrian’s jaw tightened, the muscle in his cheek twitching with frustration. He could feel his blood boiling, but there was a gnawing fear eating at him now, a dread he couldn’t shake.

Matthew quietly motioned for the men to leave the room with him, allowing Adrian to be alone.

"Is she going to be alright?" Adrian muttered under his breath, his hand coming up to clutch his forehead as his thoughts raced to the worst possible scenarios. His body was tense, his mind spiraling out of control with every passing second. The thought of her hurt, of her being in danger, gripped his heart like a vice. Adrian sank down to the ground, his back resting against his desk as his mind racing with worry.

A week passed in a blur. Adrian barely noticed the days slipping by, consumed by his relentless search for Sienna. His eyes were hollow, his body exhausted, the stubble on his face a clear sign of how far he'd gone without rest.

Matthew glanced at him in the rearview mirror as they drove, noting the dark circles under Adrian’s eyes. The once-perfectly groomed billionaire looked worn down, more like a man on the edge of breaking than the composed CEO everyone knew. Stubble was growing on his face, his clothes slightly disheveled.

"Mr. Vaughn, you really need to eat," Matthew said, his voice firm but caring. He held a lunch bag out to Adrian, his tone pleading. "You haven't been eating or drinking properly. You can't keep going like this. You're going to collapse."

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