A Year With The Billionaire

Jayden’s POV

What is left is the dust.

I watch the car screech away with speed and Isabella going away from my life forever.

“shit!” I curse and hit my fist in the air, breathless.

Why didn’t I think she would come home? It didn't even cross my mind that she would come over to the mansion. It was the last place I expected her to be.

If only I had come earlier before she got out of the house, maybe I would have been able to convince her.

I asked Gabriel to go home. He is indeed a good friend, having left his pregnant wife alone at home to tender to my own problems of finding my wife because we have no idea how she disappeared. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. Now I know my assumptions are wrong. She wasn't kidnapped. She ran off on her own because she couldn't handle the fact that she was pregnant with my child.

“Fe*ki” I groan and squat to the floor, thinking of what to do.

suddenly, it clicks. Instead of standing back and watching the cab disappear out of sight, I should do something.

I should follow the cab to know where exactly she is going. Quickly, I turn back to the house but surprisingly, every part of my body is shaking tremendously.

Is this out of fear or rage? I have no idea.

I can't drive in this state, I say to myself. I might lose control of the wheels because of this overwhelming feeling.

I rush into the gate, shouting. “Maurice, Andrew, Jude, Daniell”

They all rush out and I point to Jude. “Follow the cab that came here to pick Isabella up. Find out where it is heading to. Go now!” I instruct with a tone of authority.

He bows and races to the car. The car keys are always in his pocket. I watch him enter, start the car and drive off while we leave the path for him to go out of the gate.

I watch him go before turning to the rest of the guards.

“Daniel, I want you to go over to Isabella's Grandma and find out if they have seen her this evening or if she is there. If she isn't there, do not say a word, just come back?”

He bows and runs off.

To the others, I yell. “Follow me!”

isabella must have come home for her things. If her international passport and visa are missing, then it means she is intending to go out of the country and I won't allow that.

I hurry back inside the house, trying so hard to control my nerves as the other two guards follow me at the same pace. Gabriel would be so surprised to know that Isabella was here. We had gone to her Grandma's place and she wasn't there. I know sending Daniel there might end up being useless but I just want to be sure.

I take the staircase, three at a time, my heart thumping wildly in my ribcage and my shaking reducing.

I have this under control.

isabella and the baby will be fine. All I need to do is find out where she is going and that will be all.

I will find her no matter what it takes.

I throw my bedroom door open and enter, rushing over to the closet where she dumped the international passport and visa after we arrived from our trip from Italy that morning before I left for work.

The visa and other important documents were in the closet even after we had a fight and she left in anger.

If itis no longer there, then it means I am right. Isabella is going away from America.

I get to the closet to see it empty. There is nothing in here, not even a pin.

All her dresses are gone, including the passport and the visa, and other important documents she kept here.

My gaze shifts to the shoe section and they are empty too. There isn't a single shoe there. The dresser is empty too except for my lotion. My perfume is gone too.

“Not” I stagger backward, the reality of what is happening crashing heavily upon me like a heavy downpour. “Not”

I walk back to the closet to check again. I want to be sure this is real and I am not daydreaming.

Why is Isabella doing this? She doesn't even know whether my views about having babies have changed or not. She didn’t wait to hear me out before leaving. She didn't give me a chance to correct my wrongs.

“Dammit!” I curse again, my hand hitting the closet.

“Boss”, I hear Maurice’s voice. I turn back abruptly to see him and Andrew staring at me with worry etched on their faces.

I didn't even realize they came in after I did.

Getting a grip of myself, I walk toward them with my head down. I dip my hand into my pants pocket to bring out my phone. I turn back again, scanning the entire room to see if she left a note or something but there is nothing. The filled-to-the-brim glass cup of wine I left before leaving the house last night is still there.

I dial a number and it rings before a calm voice speaks up. “Boss?”

“Try to track Isabella's number. She is leaving America. Find out where she is going too as soon as you can.” I go straight to the point.

“sure, boss. I will do that right away’, he says and I disconnect the call

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“You two can go, for now, I will call you if I need anything else. Just be on the lookout for her in case she comes back to the house.”

“Ok, boss."

“Wait’, I stop them from going out when I remember something. “Why did you allow her out? Why didn't anybody stop her from going out?”

They exchange glances but keep mute.

isabella is already determined to leave. There is nothing they would do to stop her from leaving.

“You can got” I say and turn my back to them. I hear the door open and close to signify that they are out of my room.

I begin to pace the room, expecting my phone to ring at any moment so I can hear from Fred about where she is going but my phone isn't ringing.

A heavy silence falls in the room and I can practically hear my heartbeat.

When I can no longer hold my patience, I grab my phone from the sofa and walk to the door.

I should go. I should continue searching, maybe she is still lurking around somewhere. She must have been so sure that I wasn't here which was why she made such an appearance and had all her belongings wiped out from our room.

With the car keys I took out last night still in my pocket, I race downstairs and out of the house when the gate opens instantly.

Instead of rushing over to my car to go out, I wait with curiosity written all over me.

The car enters and I see that it is Jude. I hurry over towards the car as it comes to an abrupt stop.

He jumps down from the car and bows. “What happened?”

I am suddenly scared that something must have happened for him to be back so fast. What happened? Is she involved in an accident? Is fate going to repeat itself?

“Jude, what happened?!" I shout at him, my heart skipping a beat.

“She is at the airport’, he announces to my amazement. I was right all along. She is leaving America. That explains why everything is missing.

“Where is she going?” I question him.

“She is going to Italy”, he comments.

“What?!” I exclaim loudly in disbelief.

Italy? She is going back to Italy? Is Romeo still in Italy?

Without saying anything to him, I run over to the car I drove in a few minutes ago and order him. “Get in the car. Let's go there”

I want my wife back.

And my child.