Chapter 90 Chapter 90
Maxwell
My eyes went wide and my body went rigid immediately she said those words, for a second, I honestly thought I misheard her.
The words didn’t make sense, was she trying to receive the detectives because as far as I know, she doesn't have kids.
I stared at Amelia, waiting for her to correct herself. Waiting for someone to laugh and say this was stress talking.
“That’s impossible,” I said, my voice low but sharp. “How is that even possible?”
My mind was racing. The timeline didn’t add up. Or did it?
Amelia’s hands were trembling. She finally looked at me, and there was no denial in her eyes. Just fear and guilt.
“Our encounter,” she said quietly. “Five years ago.” She said
The room felt like it tilted. “That night?” I asked, disbelief flooding my voice. “You are saying that night led to—”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I got pregnant. I had them months later in Paris. Five girls, I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. Five girls and for over five years she never mentioned anything about them to me, they are close to six now and I had no idea they existed.
Suddenly, something clicked in my head. The pictures Rafe had sent me days ago. The girls at the park day, my instinct told me they belong to me and I wasn't wrong. The way she had panicked when I showed her the pictures, I didn't really read meaning to it, now I understand why she ran into the bathroom immediately.
I turned to her slowly. “The pictures Rafe sent me,” I said, my voice dangerously calm. “The girls in those photos… they are mine?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
Everything inside me exploded. The rage, the disbelief, the hurt—it all collided at once. She was worse than Rhea. At least with Rhea, I had known what I was dealing with. But Amelia hid my children from me after everything I had gone through, after all I had explained, after all the effort I had made to be there was beyond cruel.
She had stolen over five years of my life without a second thought. Five whole years of birthdays, first words, first steps, laughter, tears all gone. And I had been blind, a fool to think anything with her had ever been real. From the very night we met, it had been a game for her, a secret she controlled alone, while I lived in ignorance.
The thought made my hands clench into fists and my heart pound like it might burst out of my chest. How could she do this? How could she keep my own blood from me?
“For over five years?” I demanded, my voice rising despite myself. “You hid my children from me for over five years?”
Her eyes filled with tears. “I was scared—”
“Scared?” I snapped, stepping closer. “You decided for me? You decided I didn’t deserve to know I had five daughters?”
If I hadn’t followed her inside tonight, if I had stayed in the car like she asked I would still be outside, completely unaware. They would have disappeared again, and I would have gone on living my life, blind to the fact that my daughters were out there. Or worse, gone forever.
“That is wicked,” I said harshly, my voice low but dangerous. “That is evil, Amelia.”
Her face crumpled completely.
“You robbed me,” I continued, my voice shaking with anger. “Of Everything.”
My chest heaved, I had never felt this kind of fury before. Not in business. This was different, this was my children.
“Amelia.” Her mother’s voice cut through the tension. She looked at her daughter in disbelief, her hand pressed against her chest. “The father of your children,” she said slowly, shaking her head, “is the man you have been married to all this while and you never told us? You never told him?”
Amelia looked between us, tears spilling freely now. “I didn’t plan it like this. I thought I could fix it before it got this bad.”
Her father ran a hand over his face, clearly overwhelmed.
“I will deal with you later,” I said coldly, my voice sharp and controlled. “But right now, this is about my children.”
I turned to the detectives, forcing myself to take steady breaths despite the storm of anger and fear raging inside me. “My daughters are missing,” I said firmly. “Whatever you need, questions, access, resources—I will cooperate fully. I want every possible effort made to find them.”
Officer Daniels nodded once, his expression turning serious. “Since it turns out you are the biological father, we will need some details,” he said carefully.
“That’s me. Ask me anything,” I replied without hesitation, my jaw tight.
Officer Ruiz flipped a page in his notebook. “Full name, date of birth, occupation.”
I answered each question clearly, my voice steady now, though my mind was racing.
They moved on to more questions. “Have your children mentioned anyone new recently? Someone they have been talking to?”
“No,” her parents replied immediately, their voices shaky but firm.
“Do they use any devices? Phones? Tablets?”
“They have their tablet, only for games. I check it regularly,” her mother answered.
Officer Daniels’ eyes scanned the hallway as if weighing his next move. “With your permission, we would like to look at their rooms.”
Her mother stiffened, confusion and worry etched into her face. “Why their rooms?”
“It’s routine,” Daniels said calmly. “We check for notes, missing items, or anything that might give us clues.”
“They are five. What could they possibly be hiding?” Amelia interjected.
I felt a cold weight settle in my chest. Her words only made the urgency worse. My daughters were small, innocent—and someone had taken them.
“Did the school describe the woman who came to pick them?” Ruiz asked.
“They said she wore sunglasses,” her father replied. “Even though it wasn’t sunny.”
“Anything else?”
“They said she seemed confident,” he added. My stomach twisted. “Like she knew exactly what she was doing.”
Officer Daniels’ jaw tightened. The tension in the room thickened.
“Mrs. Davis,” he said, looking directly at Amelia’s mother, “is there anything unusual? Anyone who’s been watching the house? Following you? Even something that seemed small at the time?”
Her mother’s voice was barely a whisper. “No. I don’t know who would take my babies.”
“I think I know someone,” Amelia said suddenly. Every head turned to her. My heart skipped, the anger and disbelief twisting together like fire. I felt every muscle in my body tense. This was it. The moment we might finally get a lead or another lie.