The Billionaire Runaway Fiancee

Xander's POV

***L.A. California***

"Mr. Hayes is here to see you sir." My executive secretary said over the intercom. "Can you see him for a few moments now? He said it's very important."

The mention of the name made my nerves tensed immediately. Mr. Hayes was the private investigator I hired a year ago to find my missing fiancée. Mia Stewart.

"Mr. Valiente?"

I looked at my Rolex watch. I hesitated. I have an important deal to close in fifteen minutes. "Okay, show him in."

I was not really interested in finding fiancée anymore. I gave up looking for her a few months ago.

I did everything to find Mia. Hired a private investigator. Traveled in all countries she'd been in the past years. Asked her family and friends about her whereabouts. But they just said the same thing. They didn't know where she was or who she was with.

That's bullshit! I knew her family would die of worry if they never knew where she was, especially his brother, Tristan Latsis.

But realization suddenly hit me. It's hard to find someone who doesn't want to be found. And that made me stopped.

The office door opened and my secretary came in together with Mr. Hayes.

"Good morning, Mr. Valiente."

I stood up and shook Mr. Haye's extended hand then invited him to a seat in front of my table.

"I have good news for you."

My heart suddenly stopped beating. 

"I found your fiancée." Mr. Hayes continued.

It was the news I expected. Hearing him said it still brought a cold tension in my body.

"Are you sure?"

Mr. Hayes smiled and pushed a brown envelope towards me. "Positive. See for yourself."

I opened the envelope and saw a picture of a sexy hot woman in gold bikini. She has long golden blond hair parted in the middle and its waves flowing over her shoulders. She was posing seductively on a white sand beach.

The woman looked like Mia. But...

I studied her tanned legs and arms, her skimpy bikini, then focused my eyes to her breasts.    "No. This is not Mia." I put down the picture on the table, feeling disgusted.

"She is Mia Stewart.    She disguises herself as Lily Rojas. A smokin' hot Latina bikini model."

I laughed to cover my annoyance. "Mia is very conservative, like a saint. She never wears skimpy bikinis. That girl is good as naked!"

"That's what you think." Mr. Hayes got another envelope from his attaché case. "I have recent photos of her. This will convince you that Lily Rojas and Mia Stewart are the same."

I took the envelope and opened it.

There were two pictures. The first pic, the same blond woman was laughing - like she just heard a joke from the man sitting beside her.

I sat forward and looked at the picture intently.

I studied the shape of her face. Her eyes, nose and lips. Her hair was pulled up in a bun.

 I frowned and clenched my teeth. She looks exactly like Mia here.

I blinked my eyes several times and every time I opened my eyes, I was more and more convinced that she was Mia.

I started sweating and became uneasy. My hands trembled as I turned to the second picture. The woman and the man were kissing,    lip locked. Her hand was touching his jaw. F*ckingsh*t!

I was paralyzed on my seat. I knew that hand so well. The small wrist and slender fingers... that I used to kiss and laced my fingers with.

Dammit. There's no doubt, she's Mia!

I slammed a hand on my desk, then stood up abruptly. I was breathless with rage.

"Where is she?" I ran my hand through my hair, then sat down on my chair again. I clenched and unclenched my hands several times, preventing myself from smashing anything within reach.

"In Colombia." Mr. Hayes leaned back on the chair, looking satisfied. "Are you going to see her?"

Should I see her?

She left me without explanation. Not even a note, a text or an email. She was gone and hiding away from me.

I didn't know what went wrong in our relationship. Why she left me all of a sudden. Why did she do this when I gave her all my love and attention? Why she was determined to keep her whereabouts from me?

Too many questions playing in my head. Where did I go wrong?

I need an explanation and she has to give me a very good one or else...

My attention went back to Mr. Hayes again.

"Yes." I answered then picked the picture I tossed on my table of Mia kissing another man. How could she kiss another man! 

I felt betrayed. Jealousy. Deceived.

My eyes transferred on her ring finger. Damn it! That was not the engagement ring I gave to her. I was immediately clouded with anger. My thoughts were racing dangerously.

"Who the hell is this man?" I asked Mr. Hayes.

"That's Dylan Cooper. A famous telenovela actor in Colombia. He is Miss Stewart's latest...  fiancée."

 Fiancée?

I was stunned and my thoughts were running wild.