My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 231: Leaving Angel City

(Zyair)

As a father, there was nothing more painful than to have your child taken from you.

The unbearable pain...

That gnawing, unfathomable restlessness of the heart...

The uncertainty of what was to come...

The flashing of your child’s face in front of your eyes...

And the worst of all, breaking the news to the other loved ones.

That’s all I was dealing with while I walked towards our room.

I left Zaylen in charge of preparing for our journey to Angel City because he was more level-headed in this scenario than I could have been.

Opening the door, I entered our bedroom and found Skyla fast asleep. Her red head poked out of the quilt.

I hated myself for being the harbinger of this news, but Arata was our daughter, and Skyla needed to know that she was taken.

Our worst nightmare had turned into reality. That’s exactly why I was so against letting her stay away in another city.

Marica City on that. The place always threw its worst towards us.

Kneeling beside her side of the bed, I softly placed my hand on Skyla’s head.

She softly purred under my touch, always recognising it, even in her sleep.

"Sky! You need to get up, my love," I defeatedly said, and her gorgeous eyes flew open, finding mine.

She blinked a few times, trying to wake up her sleepy mind and focused her gaze on me. Instantly, she knew something was horribly wrong.

"Zy! What happened?" She lifted the quilt and slowly climbed out of the bed and into my arms.

I hugged her closer to my chest and buried my face in her hair to hide the anguish so directly visible on my face.

"Talk to me, you are scaring me."

How does one tell a mother that her daughter has been kidnapped?

I had not a fucking clue.

I lifted my head and tightened my arms around her as she lifted her hands and clasped them against my face.

Determination flashed in her eyes. She had always been courageous and faced tough situations better than I did.

"....It’s about.... Arata," my voice broke as I lowered my gaze, unable to hold hers. But she lifted my face up, forcing me to look into her bold eyes.

"Tell me, what happened?" There was no hesitation in her voice.

I slowly breathed out.

"....our daughter has been taken by someone."

An unshakeable faith, a vow written not in words, but our souls pulsed between us.

That unyielding bridge of trust, built beyond the language we spoke, remained solid as she stared at me.

Her soft hands tightened against my face, her expression hardened while tears built up in my eyes, but not hers.

"Firstly, our girl is strong, we raised her to overcome any obstacle that might come her way." Her thumbs wiped away the tears that had started falling from my eyes.

"And secondly, we are going to get her back. You are going to get our daughter back. I believe in you, Zy."

I closed my eyes and tried for that thumping pain to dull in my heart.

It didn’t.

"Tell me everything."

So I told her whatever I knew at that point and presented my plan of travelling to Marica City.

"Mom, can’t know, Skyla. She won’t be able to bear such news. You will have to be strong for her and us, too."

Skyla left my face and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me close.

"Bring our daughter back. I will hold the fort here." My arms instantly tightened against her shaking body. We soaked in each other’s comfort and calmed each other down before it was time to depart.

Huria and Stella had arrived. Stella refused to stay back and insisted that Arata had sent her an urgent text and that she needed to ensure that they would get the device she had mentioned before anyone else laid their hands on it.

Skyla hugged Zaylen.

"Bring your sister home and take care of your father. Such situations were always on the cards for us, and exactly why we trained both of you," Skyla instructed Zaylen, and he firmly nodded.

Huria held her as she separated from us and leaned on the shoulder of her best friend. Grim expressions settled on their faces.

I left her standing there in the garage with a shawl loosely against her dropped shoulders.

The twilight illuminated her. We silently watched each other until disappearing from others’ sight.

Kail drove the car. He was all business, but I knew inside he was fuming and would talk to me alone, regarding the situation.

Stella and Zaylen were in the other car while Kail and I were in mine.

"Callum was with me when you called, so he knows. He told me one small detail."

My ears perked up hearing it, and I turned to face Kail as he drove with his jaw set in stone.

"Arata asked him to secretly investigate Karsten Chevalier, her boss. He didn’t think much of it at that time, but he texted me the information, learning she had been taken.

"I need to see it." Kail used his left hand to pass me his phone.

Accepting it, my eyes greedily began to read what had been dug out by Callum.

There wasn’t too much, but two things stuck out and destroyed whatever calmness I was holding onto.

Karsten Chevalier’s maternal family belonged to the Sparia’s Mafia World.

And his real father’s name was Preston Hugh. My fingers pained from how tightly I clutched the phone at this revelation.

That fucker Preston...the one who tried to rape Skyla and had done it to countless other women.

Karsten was his son?

Could he be the one behind my daughter’s kidnapping?

With such strong ties to the Mafia, who would dare to take away someone under his care, but him?

Or it could be an enemy of his that took Arata, thinking she was his girlfriend as the media had recently been portraying and had been living in his home too.

If Karsten wanted to harm my daughter, he had plenty of time to do it.

He wouldn’t be that stupid to kidnap her and let the blame fall on himself. Because the police and media usually suspected the boyfriend first.

So many questions erupted in my brain, and I knew most of the answers would lie with Karsten.

It was time to meet him and see what he had to say about how he failed to protect my daughter.

But the name Preston Hugh rang again and again in my brain.

Why couldn’t we just get rid of these shadows from the past and how many more we were going to meet?