Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 296

To ensure Gemma's safe escape, Ivy feigned compliance and willingly followed Beatrice's thugs.

However, she knew the terrifying reality. Even if Gemma managed to find Mr. Foster and beg for his help, it would take him at least three or four hours to mobilize and arrive.

By then, she would already be locked in Beatrice's house, forcibly drugged, and assaulted before anyone even knew what was happening.

She couldn't just walk blindly into the slaughterhouse.

Knowing Caleb had already taken Gemma toward Silverton, Ivy sat in the back of the rusted van heading to Beatrice's village, desperately trying to formulate an escape plan. Suddenly, the van slammed on its brakes.

A gang of teenage boys swarmed the vehicle, violently smashing wooden bats against the windows and doors.

The scene erupted into absolute chaos.

Through the shattered glass, Ivy recognized one of the boys leading the charge—her brother, Toby.

As the van door was yanked open, she scrambled out in the confusion. Toby grabbed her arm and shoved her toward the treeline.

"Run, Ivy! Get out of here! I've got this handled!"

Ivy stared at him in sheer shock.

She had never imagined her fifteen-year-old brother would rally his classmates to ambush a van just to save her.

Toby wasn't like their parents.

He actually possessed a moral compass.

Tears stung Ivy's eyes. Without a second of hesitation, she turned and sprinted away.

Toby screamed after her retreating figure.

"I'm sorry for what they did to you! Leave and never come back!"

He had only discovered the horrifying truth the night before—his three sisters weren't his flesh and blood.

Because his parents believed he was destined for tragedy, they consulted a mystic who claimed they needed the combined "astrological fate" of three young girls to ensure Toby's survival.

So, they had bought three stolen girls to act as human shields for his destiny.

The moment Toby learned the truth, he realized his parents were absolute monsters.

It was evil enough that they stole these girls from their real families, but to turn around and sell them as breeding stock to local creeps?

His sisters were brilliant, beautiful, and fiercely independent. He refused to let the scum of this town ruin their lives.

If he could help them escape this hellhole, maybe he could live with himself.

Ivy glanced back over her shoulder.

Knowing the horrific fate awaiting her, Ivy didn't hesitate. She pivoted and sprinted wildly into the dense forest bordering the road.

The men dumped their bikes and charged after her on foot.

Ivy had suffered from malnutrition her entire life, making her physical stamina incredibly weak.

Even though her health had improved slightly since marrying Alaric, she was no match for grown men who spent their lives doing hard labor.

The heavy footsteps closed in on her.

Running blind with panic, Ivy suddenly broke through the treeline and skidded to a halt.

She was standing on the absolute edge of a jagged cliff.

Terrified, she froze.

The men slowed their pace, cornering her as they called out, panting.

"Come on, Sawyer girl. Why make it so hard on yourself? Being the Vaughan family's daughter-in-law isn't so bad. They've got a house and a car!"

Ivy took half a step forward, staring down at the violent, raging river crashing against the rocks below.

Without a single second of hesitation, she jumped.