Reborn Heiress Is Remarrying
Chapter 79: Preparations and Kidnapping

Chapter 79: Preparations and Kidnapping

Chapter 79: Preparations and kidnapping

The rain pounded against the window, a peaceful rhythm that was repeating through the room.

The house smelled of damp wood and something metallic—something faint, but unmistakable.

Blood.

Adrian exhaled slowly, leaning against the old wooden table where his tools were neatly arranged.

A collection of knives, pliers, and wires was before him, glinting under the dull yellow light.

Each tool had a purpose, a function, a reason to exist.

Just like he did.

He ran a gloved hand over one of the knives, the sharp edge cool under his touch.

Tonight wasn’t the night. Not yet.

But soon.

Evelyn had given him the perfect information.

Their next game.

That was when Diane would be most vulnerable, when no one would be watching.

When all eyes would be on the field, on the sweat and the screams and the glory of competition—

That was when he would strike.

He smirked, tilting his head slightly as he thought about it.

The timing had to be perfect.

He had spent days planning this, going over every detail, every possible outcome.

He had studied her moves, her routines, her habits.

He knew where she would be, what time she would leave, how long she would be alone before anyone noticed something was wrong.

And when they did notice?

It would already be too late.

He pulled out a small, battered notebook from his pocket, flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for.

A rough sketch of the route she should take after the game.

He traced his finger over the lines, visualizing every step.

The back roads, the empty spaces, the blind spots where no one would see a thing.

His lips curled into a grin.

"Perfect," he whispered.

A creak echoed through the room as he stepped toward a wooden chair sitting in the middle of the floor.

The ropes were already tied around its arms and legs, waiting.

The gag was in place.

The floor beneath was stained, old marks from past ’projects’ he had worked on.

He reached down, tightening the knots on the ropes, making sure they wouldn’t loosen.

He liked to imagine how it would feel against her skin, how the struggle would begin as soon as she realised there was no escape.

There was an art to pain, a science to suffering

The door behind him opened slowly, the hinges groaning.

Someone stepped inside, hesitating in the doorway.

"Adrian," the voice was soft, nervous.

He didn’t turn. He knew who it was.

"What?" he asked in a flat tone.

The person shifted uncomfortably. "Are you sure about this? I mean, Diane—"

Adrian chuckled, finally looking over his shoulder.

"Diane?" He repeated the name slowly, savoring it. "What about her?"

"She’s not... she’s not like the others," the person continued hesitantly. "She’s different."

Adrian tilted his head. "Different?"

There was a beat of silence.

"Yeah," the voice said. "She fights back."

Adrian grinned, stepping forward slowly, predatorily.

"I know how scared she is all the time," he whispered. "That makes it more fun."

The man swallowed hard, looking away.

"Evelyn—Evelyn didn’t say anything about... hurting her."

Adrian let out a soft, almost affectionate laugh as he placed a hand on the person’s shoulder.

"Oh, my dear friend," he murmured. "You still don’t get it, do you?"

He squeezed, just enough to make the other person wince.

"Evelyn doesn’t need to know everything."

A pause.

Then, softer, darker:

"She just needs to play her part."

The room was silent except for the rain hammering against the windows.

Adrian turned back to his tools, picking up a pair of pliers and twisting them in his fingers.

He imagined the crunch of bone, the shattering of will, the sound of screams echoing in the night.

He lived for it. He needed it...how Diane betrayed him with Gabriel, he needed revenge.

"Now," he said, and his tone suddenly became light, cheerful.

"Let’s go over the plan one more time."

He reached for a thick coil of rope, tugging it between his fingers.

"We’ll need to make sure the timing is right. The second she steps out of that stadium alone, we grab her. Quick, clean, no mistakes."

The other person nodded hesitantly. "And then?"

Adrian’s grin widened. "Then?" He chuckled. "Then the real fun begins."

He ran a hand along the chair’s armrest, picturing Diane strapped in tight, fear in her eyes. The game would end, but hers would just be starting.

He could already hear her screams.

The next game was approaching, and the world outside had no idea what was coming.

Diane had no idea what was coming.

Not yet.

But she would soon.

Tonight wasn’t the night. Not yet.

But soon.

The rain outside had slowed to a soft drizzle by the time Adrian finished running through the plan.

"You look worried," Adrian mused, lifting his head slightly. "Is there something you’d like to share?"

The man hesitated before shaking his head.

"No, it’s just..." He trailed off, swallowing hard. "She’s tough, Adrian. What if something goes wrong?"

Adrian smirked. "That’s the thrill of it, isn’t it? If everything went smoothly, there’d be no challenge. And I do love a challenge."

The man still looked unconvinced, his fingers twitching at his sides.

Adrian could see the doubt in his eyes, the hesitation clawing at the edges.

"Evelyn trusts me," Adrian continued, stepping closer. "She knows what we need to do. And Diane... Diane made her choices. Now she’ll face the consequences."

The man nodded slowly, though his lips remained pressed in a thin line.

Adrian watched him for a moment longer before turning back to his tools, picking up a thin wire and twirling it between his fingers.

"We’ll meet outside the camping," Adrian said.

The man exhaled shakily but nodded again. "And if she fights back?"

Adrian chuckled, placing the wire back on the table. "Then we make it hurt."

>__<

Diane pulled her hoodie tighter around herself as she stepped outside the camping.

The game had been grueling, every muscle in her body aching from the effort.

Glancing over her shoulder, noting the last few stragglers making their way to their cars.

She exhaled, rubbing a sore spot on her shoulder.

Shaking off the feeling, adjusting the strap of her bag before heading toward the back lot where her car was parked.

"Relax, Diane."

The voice sent a chill down her spine. She turned slowly, eyes narrowing as she made out the woman stepping forward.

Evelyn.

Diane frowned. "What are you doing here?"

Evelyn smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "Just wanted to talk."

Diane’s instincts screamed at her. Something was off.

"Now’s not a good time," she said, taking a step back. "Unless you want another slap?"

Evelyn mirrored, keeping the distance between them the same.

"Come on, Diane. I wanna be friends for once. Can’t we just talk?"

Diane clenched her jaw.

She wasn’t sure what Evelyn’s angle was, but she wasn’t about to stick around and find out. "Friends after kissing my husband?"

She turned on her heel, but before she could take another step, arms wrapped around her from behind, yanking her backward.

A rough hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her scream.

She thrashed, twisting her body as she fought against her attacker.

Her elbow connected with something solid—a grunt of pain followed.

She didn’t stop.

She stomped down hard, her boot slammed into a foot.

The grip loosened just enough for her to break free.

She spun around, her eyes looked onto Adrian.

"I told you she’d fight back," the man from earlier muttered, rubbing his ribs where Diane had struck him.

Adrian only chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"And I told you that’s what makes it fun."

Diane didn’t wait for them to make another move.

She bolted toward her car, her breath ragged as she reached for her keys.

"Gabriel! Riot!" Her fingers fumbled, panic clawed at her throat.

There was no way she was going to let Adrian kidnap her, to be tortured again.

A hand grabbed her wrist, wrenching her backward.

She twisted, bringing her knee up hard into Adrian’s stomach. He grunted but held on.

"Let go of me!" she snarled, clawing at his grip.

Adrian sighed as if annoyed. "You really should’ve made this easier."

A sharp pain exploded at the back of Diane’s head, and her vision blurred.

Her knees buckled, the world tilting beneath her.

The last thing she heard before everything went dark was Adrian’s whisper against her ear.

"Game over."

When Diane came to, the first thing she noticed was the smell of iron.

Her head throbbed as she tried to move, but the sharp bite of rope against her skin stopped her short.

Her hands were bound to the arms of a chair, her ankles tied to its legs.

She struggled, but it was pretty useless...The ropes dug into her wrists, but she didn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop.

A sound of a slow clap went through the room, and Diane’s head snapped up.

Adrian was a few feet away...