I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father
Chapter 58: So Close

Chapter 58: So Close

"Well, well, well," he sneered. "Looks like someone is trying to make a break for it."

Lyse’s heart sank and she closed her eyes. She had been so close. "You won’t get away with this, Max," she said, her voice defiant. "The police will find you, my husband is not going to take it easy on you."

Max laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "The police? They are not going to find anything. I am too smart for them."

He took a step in her direction and she took a step back, trying to keep as much distance between them as she could. "As for your husband... he does not care about you." When Lyse shook her head, he nodded with a grin. "Yes. Do you know that there has been no report on your disappearance? Not even a single word."

A chill pervaded Lyse. If no one was looking for her then she was in trouble. She thought bitterly about how Levi had hounded her until she accepted to be his wife and now he had abandoned her.

Max took more steps, approaching her, his eyes filled with malice. "But you, my dear, you are a different story. You are going to pay for your defiance. I would have been nice to you but you tried to escape."

He leaned in, his breath hot and fetid and Lyse tried to move away but she was backed up against the wall. "You are a feisty one, aren’t you? But don’t you worry, I like that. And I have got plenty more tricks up my sleeve."

With a swift movement, he produced a syringe. Fear gripped Lyse as she realized what he was about to do. She struggled against him, but it was futile. Max injected the sedative, and her vision blurred. She felt her body growing heavy, her consciousness slipping away.

When she awoke, she was disoriented, her head pounding and her mouth dry. She found herself confined to a small, cramped space, the darkness suffocating. The smell of dust and decay filled the air, and she could hear the faint rumble of a car engine. She was trapped in the trunk of a car.

Panic surged through her. She pounded on the trunk lid, screaming for help. But her cries were muffled, lost in the cacophony of the city. She tried to break free, but the trunk was securely locked. She was a prisoner, at the mercy of her captor.

Max drove through the bustling city streets, his mind filled with dark thoughts. He had toyed with Lyse, had relished in her fear and desperation. But now, he was ready to move to the next stage of his plan.

After a long drive, he parked the car in a secluded garage, a hidden lair where he could carry out his sinister intentions. He opened the trunk, dragging Lyse out and into the dimly lit room. He tied her to a chair, his cold, dead eyes boring into hers.

"You are mine now, Lyse," he hissed. "Mine to do with as I please."

Lyse’s heart sank. She knew that she was in grave danger. Max was a monster, a creature of darkness. She had to find a way to escape, to break free from his clutches. But how was she going to do that when he loomed over her?

As Max turned to leave the room, Lyse’s mind raced. She had to think fast, to devise a plan. She could obviously not rely on anyone else to save her. She had to save herself.

She focused her attention on the chair, examining the ropes that bound her wrists. They felt old and frayed, perhaps weakened by time. She would need to be patient, to wait for the perfect moment.

When Max returned, Lyse feigned weakness, her eyes heavy with despair. He sneered at her, amused by her feeble attempt to elicit sympathy.

"Don’t worry, Lyse," he said. "Your suffering is just beginning."

He leaned in, his face inches from hers. "I have plans for you. Plans that will make you wish you were dead."

Lyse’s heart pounded with fear. She knew that she was in grave danger, that Max was capable of anything. She had to find a way to escape, to break free from his clutches.

But as she looked into his cold, dead eyes, she realized that hope was fading fast.

He turned and left the room. Lyse was alone, once again. She tried to act quickly but her fingers felt numb and she was very tired, her body weakened by the drugs he had injected into her.

*

"That cannot be right, Maeve should have been killed!" Ophelia was stunned.

The news that her sister, Maeve, had survived and had even given birth to a daughter sent shockwaves through her. The carefully constructed facade of her life, the meticulously planned inheritance, was threatened by this unexpected revelation.

"Believe it." Edward said as he poured some brandy from a Crystal decanter.

The thought of sharing her wealth with a blood relative, a relative she had tried so hard to eradicate, filled her with rage and resentment. She had gone to great lengths to ensure Maeve’s demise, only to discover that her efforts had been in vain.

Then she narrowed her eyes and stared at Edward.

"What?" He snapped at her.

"Is that your child?" She demanded.

Edward looked aftonted by her line of questioning, "What? No."

"That better be true." Ophelia hissed.

Edward could deny it until he was blue in the face but she knew that he had fancied her sister, who knew how far they had gotten.

Ophelia’s mind raced. She could not allow this to happen. She had to find a way to neutralize this threat, to protect her inheritance. She would not let a mere child of Maeve, jeopardize her carefully laid plans.

A cold, calculating smile crept across her face. She would deal with this situation, as she had dealt with every other obstacle in her life. She would eliminate the threat, one way or another.