Semua Bab Seducing My Dad's Best Friend.: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Night came, and it was impossible to fall asleep. It was the third night, and my children still weren’t back. I hadn’t felt, held, or seen them with my own eyes. This was cruel. Life was being so fucking cruel to me.I looked at my phone, checking if I had missed any messages or calls. He said he would send a new address, but I hadn’t heard from him since then, which only worsened my anxiety.Mattias, on the other hand, wasn’t home and wouldn’t return until later in the morning. He was making plans with the detective and the officers on how to take Lucas off guard.He had begged me to get some sleep before leaving, reminding me of my pregnancy and how much rest I needed for the baby’s health.But no matter how hard I tried to fall asleep, the only thought haunting me was the cry of my children. My babies.I missed them so much. I missed playing with them, reading to them, and telling them bedtime stories. I missed bathing them and cooking for them. I missed their tiny hugs and soft, c

MATTIAS’S POV (continued)It’s—It’s him… Lucas! It’s Lucas!I heard myself scream. But before I could make sense of everything, before I could understand why he had been opposite my house for so long and no one seemed to have suspected, I mean, who would have thought?He zoomed off, driving away at high speed.I immediately followed behind him, my heart racing as I picked up my phone. My eyes darted between the road, Lucas’s car, and my phone.I dialed the detective’s number, hoping he would pick up quickly.“Pick up! Pick up!” I mumbled, and finally, his voice came through.“Hello,” he said in a soft, calm, yet curious tone.“I saw Lucas; he was just opposite our building. Send some officers to check the house. My kids might be in there or with him in his car, and he is driving really fast. I’m behind him. Get back to me soon, okay?” I said, hanging up before he could even respond. I was driving so fast that I could barely talk.I had to get to him. I couldn’t let him escape. This wa

SHIMMA’S POVI took a deep breath, trying to calm myself when the door opened.But to my surprise, it wasn’t Lucas. It was someone else—a lady. An elderly lady, at that.“H—Hi, good day, Ma’am,” I greeted, my heart pounding in my chest.“Hi?” the lady said, giving me a curious yet confused stare.“How can I help you?” she asked.“Uhm… I was asked to come to this address. Do you happen to know any man who goes by the name Lucas? He sent me this address,” I explained.“Lucas?” she said softly, as if trying to remember. “There’s nobody I know who has the name Lucas. I live alone here. My husband is late; I’m so sorry,” she said. I nodded, swallowing my disappointment.He had faked another address. What the hell is wrong with that son of a bitch? Why can’t he just stop? I’m tired—tired of this whole bullshit! I want my kids back! I want my life back! I want my peace back!I forced a smile at the lady, who was already about to go back inside.“Thank you so much,” I said.“You’re welcome, m

FIVE YEARS LATER.SHIMMA’S POV.It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and there was nothing more relaxing than getting a good tan at the beach.I lay back, soaking in the sun and the soothing sound of the ocean, when a ball suddenly hit me from the side.“I’m so sorry, Mum! It was Dad this time,” my seven-year-old Noah exclaimed, dashing toward me with wide eyes. He knew I wouldn’t take it lightly with them. This was the third time the ball had hit me, and I was certain it was Mattias trying to get my attention. So obsessed.I turned to Mattias, who was struggling to suppress his laughter, his hand covering his mouth. The corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement, and I couldn't help but smile at his playful expression.“Mattias! This is the third time. I promise you, I’ll seize this ball if it hits me one more time!” I said, dusting the sand off my skin with mock outrage, a grin betraying my feigned annoyance.“Sorry, Mummy!” Noah giggled, taking the ball and running back to Mattias.

SHIMMA’S POV.I stood in the kitchen, preparing dinner when Mattias walked inside, his brows furrowed with a look of tension on his face.“When did you come back? I didn’t hear your car pull in,” I said, my gaze locking onto his.“My car broke down; it could not start, so I had to take a cab home,” he said, walking towards me. He leaned over and kissed my forehead softly, but I noticed the dullness in his eyes. Something was definitely wrong.“Baby, what’s wrong? You look tense,” I said, concern etching my face as I stared at him.“It’s…,” He sighed. “I went over to Noah and Nora’s school. I spoke to their headmistress about the bullying, but she told me a lot of things I wasn’t willing to hear,” Mattias said, his eyes filled with frustration, his jaw clenching slightly.“Things like?” I asked, turning to face him fully, crossing my arms as I braced for his response.“Shimma. I think it’s best we start homeschooling the kids. I’ll employ a good teacher, and pay whatever amount needed.