All Chapters of The Billionaire's Confession: Love after Divorce: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lana pov I must have sounded like a total clown when I told Sarah I wanted her kid to spend the holidays at my place. Honestly, it was a struggle to even admit it, especially since he clearly wanted to come with me, but his mom was just digging in her heels. Whatever, her opinion doesn’t matter to me anymore—Caroline’s DNA drama is starting to make a lot of sense, and I’m taking charge of this situation. I looked at the kid, his eyes all puffy and red from crying, and it was obvious he wanted to be with me. But with Sarah playing the overprotective mom, I’m betting she’s not going to let that happen. “Sarah, I’m not trying to stir the pot here, but I owe you an apology for any chaos I might have caused earlier. Can you please let me take Bryan for a bit? I really think he’s amazing and just want to spend some time with him,” I said, keeping my cool. The room was dead silent, except for this random lady in a bikini who looked like she was having the time of her life when I walked in.

Sarah pov I rummaged through Donovan's closet, sifting through his shirts and shorts, searching for my wedding ring. I couldn't recall which piece of clothing I had placed it in, but I was certain about what I was looking for. "Donovan, did you take my wedding ring from your suit? Donovan?" I called out, but there was no answer. He had been in the bathroom when I started my search, and now he was silent. I looked up, trying to figure out where he could have gone in such a short time. My thoughts immediately turned to Bryan; Donovan had mentioned checking on him before his shower. Later that day, after Lana took Bryan, I couldn't shake my worries. At 10 PM, I grabbed my car keys and drove to Lana's mansion to retrieve my son. As I stepped out of the room and into the corridor, I scanned the area. "Donovan? Are you there?" I asked softly, my voice barely audible. I decided to check on Bryan's room. As I approached Bryan's room, a mix of excitement and dread surged through me.

Lana POV Who sent me this box? Mr. Jan, who had brought it in, stood there in disbelief, staring at me. I held the letter tightly, turning to send him away. "Mr. Jan, you can leave now; I’ll handle it from here," I said with a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes, feeling the weight of the anonymous letter. "That's fine, Mrs. Lana. I'll be at the reception if you need anything," he replied. "Of course, Mr. Jan. I need to get home and prepare for the evening," I said with a weak chuckle, adjusting my handbag and slinging it over my shoulder. I sighed, looking at him. "I have to get home; Caroline and I are spending the night together, and she’ll be furious if she finds out there’s no food." We both laughed as I finished explaining things to him. "No problem, Mrs. Lana." Once Mr. Jan left, I couldn’t shake the feeling of anxiety. The note loomed large in my thoughts. Who could have sent it? I slipped the note into my pocket and headed out of the office, my mind racing. As I drov

Caroline pov “Hey! I know you don't have Lana's child. You're trying to play smart by dragging her into your pathetic building. I won't be showing up, so you can take your nonsense and shove it.” I shouted, my voice dripping with anger, as my feelings burst forth. I understand what Alex is capable of and how he operates. He might just be trying to use me for his gain; I've seen that behavior before. “Listen, Caroline, I have every right to ask where you live because if I find you, it won't end well.” He threatened me over the phone, but I wasn't fazed. He doesn't control me, and his threats don't intimidate me. I laughed softly, thinking, “You're trying to scare me over the phone? How ridiculous is that?” The line went quiet, and for a moment, I thought he had hung up. But then, his voice returned, low and threatening. "You think you're smart, don't you, Caroline? Let me make this clear: I don't issue threats. I make promises." A shiver ran through me. "And I promise you, if

Lana pov I attempted to rise after providing my complete account to the police. My body was weary from the stress I had endured over the past few days. I could hardly fathom the torment that those criminals might have inflicted upon her. "Mrs. Lana, do you believe you can manage the absence of your friend on your own? Will you not require the assistance of security personnel at your residence?" inquired the officer in charge of the case, his voice steady and his gaze fixed upon me, maintaining an air of levity. My eyes were bloodshot, and blinking had become a challenge; I could hardly manage a nod. "I can handle the inspector," I replied, my voice trembling as I dragged my feet toward the station's exit. Where could the kidnappers have taken Caroline? This thought consumed me as I slowly lifted my legs, feeling a growing discomfort in my arms. The sensation was alarming; the pain coursing through me was anything but ordinary. Suddenly, I let out a loud moan and crouched down quic