Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 293

Ivy tracked down Caleb and paid him to take her to Beatrice's house on his motorcycle.

He was more than happy to do it for the cash.

An hour later, they arrived at the neighboring village.

But Ivy was too late.

As she jumped off the bike, she saw Beatrice's house fully lit up, a frantic crowd buzzing around the property.

She pushed her way inside.

Blood smeared the bedroom floor.

Someone was desperately trying to stop the bleeding from Arthur's side.

Beatrice spotted Ivy in the crowd, lunged at her, and grabbed her by the collar, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Ivy! Look at what your vicious sister did! If my son dies, I will make sure Hazel rots in the ground!"

Realization crashing over her, Ivy violently shoved Beatrice's hands away. "Where is Hazel? Where is my sister?"

"The little bitch stabbed him and ran! The second my men catch her, I'm going to skin her alive!"

Beatrice's face was purple with rage.

If she had known buying a bride would cost her son half his life, she never would have wasted hundreds of thousands of dollars on the girl.

Seeing her son barely breathing on the floor, Beatrice wanted nothing more than to murder Hazel herself.

Knowing her sister had escaped, Ivy didn't waste a single second. She yelled for Caleb, and they bolted to search the area.

It was the dead of night.

Hazel stumbled blindly through the pitch-black woods, consumed by absolute terror, dragging herself toward the main road leading to Silverton.

She never could have imagined that after escorting Beatrice home, the woman would lock her in Arthur's room, force drugs down her throat, and attempt to make her sleep with him.

She had smashed a vase over his head and stabbed him with the jagged glass just to break free.

Knowing there were men hunting her down in the dark.

If they dragged her back, her life was over.

Hazel sobbed, feeling as though she were suffocating in despair.

She couldn't believe her own mother had conspired with Beatrice to sell her off.

It solidified the terrible truth—she definitely wasn't her parents' biological daughter.

Otherwise, wouldn't they fear burning in hell for forcing cousins to sleep together?

He figured he would take a slow drive down there and surprise his little wife in the middle of the night.

Instead, a shadowy figure suddenly lunged in front of his hood.

Alaric slammed on the brakes just in time to see a girl, drenched in blood, collapse against the front of his car.

He threw the door open and stepped out. "Hey! Are you alright?"

Hazel lay slumped against the bumper, forcing the words out through her tears.

"Please, help me. Take me to downtown Silverton. They're trying to kill me."

At that exact moment, a shout rang out from the tree line. "Over there! The headlights! She's right there!"

Alaric shone his phone's flashlight onto the girl clinging to his car.

She looked to be around the same age as his wife.

Given the state of her bloody clothes and the aggressive voices echoing through the woods, it was clear she was in genuine danger.

Without a second thought, Alaric grabbed her arm, hoisted her into the passenger seat, and slammed the door.

Just as the mob of men broke through the treeline, he slammed his foot on the gas, whipped the steering wheel around, and left them choking on his dust in the darkness.