My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 227: Wrapped In A Tissue Paper

(Karsten)

Moving towards her handbag, I thought, maybe I could find a clue in it. She could also have left her phone inside after switching it off, so I wouldn’t be able to track her.

At least she would have taken her handbag with her if she had gone out to eat. She took it with her everywhere she went, so it lying there raised more questions.

This was a violation of her trust, but I was desperate to find her. I shouldn’t have left her alone in the first place. Should have stayed outside to guard her.

With shaky hands, I pulled open the zipper of her red handbag and peeked inside. There was her portable makeup kit, gum, her earbuds, and her car keys.

Everything had such bright colours, like her personality, like her hair.

Strawberry-themed, scented.

And then I found her wallet...

She wouldn’t go anywhere without her wallet, money is needed to hail a cab because she didn’t take her car.

This was getting bizarre with every passing second, and my worries were deepening that something had happened to her.

Continuing my exploration of her bag I found a device inside it. Taking it out, I observed it closely and found that it was a—camera detecting device.

Small, portable and most importantly, new. She had recently bought it.

Showing that her trust in me had completely crumbled.

She must have been regularly checking if I was watching her through any cameras.

And I had no one else to blame but myself for this. My trust issues had extended to her and hurt our relationship to the point that I wasn’t even sure how to mend it.

With a heavy heart, I began to put her stuff back when my hand touched something wrapped in a tissue paper.

Curiously, I reached inside and dug it out. It seemed like a stick of some kind, so I unwrapped it, pulling away the layers of the tissue paper. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

My eyes focused.

The shock of what lay inside had my mouth widening and eyes almost leaping out of the sockets.

I almost slipped out of my hands.

I blinked, ensuring I was awake.

It was a pregnancy testing kit, and two bright red lines stared back at me. It didn’t take a genius to know what two red lines meant.

She was pregnant...

With my child...

Our child...

I was going to become a father...

The thought terrified and fascinated me—all at once.

A newfound warmth unlike any other ignited inside me, flooding my limbs and nestling into my heart, permanently.

So that’s what the trip to the pharmacy was about.

Now I understood why she was crying her eyes out in the bathroom.

That’s why she broke down in my arms and didn’t even understand how to break the news to me, since I was a jerk to her.

I could only imagine how her thoughts must have spiralled when she had to find out about her pregnancy, all alone and no one to confide the good news in.

For her, it mustn’t have seemed like glad tidings but a curse. Knowing we had taken precautions, and she still ended up pregnant. She must have felt that I would blame her for the pregnancy, just like I did when she professed her feelings to me.

Regrets and only regrets rained down on me, drowning me until I couldn’t breathe.

Is that what a panic attack felt like?

That’s how she felt every time she experienced one because my chest had tightened, and my lungs refused to acknowledge the oxygen I was snatching in.

What if she had gone to get an abortion, assuming I wouldn’t want a child with her?

The thought terrified me down to my roots, making my knees shake.

I wouldn’t want that, if only I had known earlier, this mess could have been avoided.

Slowly wrapping the stick back in the tissue paper, I gently pocketed it in hopes that she wouldn’t take the worst route out of this.

’Arata, wherever you are, please come back. I promise, I will do better for us and our unborn child, too.’ I sent a promise to the wind, hoping she would return to me.

My head raised to the heavens, eyes burning from unshed tears.

If needed, I would hunt the world down to find her.

The heaviness of my heart engulfed me, and I slumped down on the sofa to gather myself. My hands rubbed my face in agitation, and I knew I needed to call the police.

Her belongings were here, but she wasn’t. It only meant she was missing.

Firstly, I called Miranda and Chan to confirm if she had, by any chance, gone to meet them. They were her only friends in Marica City, and despite Ranold’s shameless tries, she never warmed to him. I knew she had recently started calling him by his first name just to vex me.

To my utter disappointment, Arata wasn’t anywhere with either Miranda or Chan.

That meant I needed to file a police report and declare her missing.

Getting up, I began to pace her apartment and dialled the police. Informing the dispatcher of the situation.

The dispatcher ensured that the Police would be at the apartment soon to have my statement and start the investigation.

I had just ended the call with the police when I received another call, and his name flashed on my screen.

-Zyair Kincaid-

My first thought was. ’Did he know?’

It unsettled me further.

How was I going to lie to a father?

He must have been calling her and unable to reach, worried he called him. I had to stall him so he wouldn’t worry.

Accepting the call, I placed the phone against my ear.

"Mr Karsten, it’s Zyair Kincaid speaking. I would like to speak with my daughter, she is not answering her phone," he said in uttermost seriousness.

So I gave him vague answers to keep him calm, but his next words made the very blood freeze over in my veins.

Kidnapped? Someone sent him a video of her?

All my fears came true, and I knew she was taken by her stalker.

A tremor of rage and regret swept through me. I had promised to keep her safe, to her father, to her, and yet I failed so miserably.

I didn’t even deserve her or her love. Before I knew it, my knees had hit the floor as I totally broke down in guilt and the gravity of the situation.

And now Zyair Kincaid was coming to Marica City to look for her.

How was I even going to face him after I had failed so pathetically?

I would have to tell the police and her family about the stalker situation and get her back.

But I promised myself that when I laid my hands on the person who took her, I would make him scream for days, endlessly. He would wish for death, but it won’t be granted to him.

I was still planning how I was going to torture the fucker when my phone pinged, and I noticed a video drop from an unknown number.