Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 52

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**

**Chapter 52**

Damon’s complexion drained of color the moment Spencer’s anxious voice crackled through the phone. His heart raced, and he demanded with icy authority, “What happened? I need every detail!”

“Mr. Summer,” Spencer’s voice trembled with urgency, “I discovered signs of a struggle at Miss Nyla’s residence, but she is missing. I quickly accessed the surveillance footage from the vicinity and spotted some suspicious vehicles.” His tone was taut with anxiety. “Our team has already intercepted one of those cars in the city.”

Barely twenty minutes had passed when Spencer returned with a grim update. “We apprehended one of the kidnappers!”

In a desolate warehouse, Spencer, flanked by several bodyguards, pressed a quaking kidnapper to the cold, hard ground. The man was drenched in blood, a clear indication that he had been subjected to some intense “persuasion.”

“Speak! Who sent you? Where’s the money?” Spencer’s boot crushed down on the man’s hand, eliciting a sickening crack that echoed in the stillness.

“I’ll tell you everything! Just stop!” the man shrieked in agony. “It was Kenneth! Kenneth found us! He said some woman had offended him and wanted us to teach her a lesson!”

“Who is Kenneth?” Spencer pressed on, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them.

“That gambling addict!” the kidnapper sobbed, tears mixing with the blood on his face. “He owes a fortune to the casino. He said that once this job was done, he could clear his debts!”

“Where is she?” Spencer’s tone was now razor-sharp, demanding answers.

“East side! The unfinished building on the east side! Top floor of building twelve!”

Spencer relayed the information urgently to Damon, who was waiting in the car. The mention of Kenneth’s name ignited a dangerous glint in Damon’s eyes. Memories flooded back—Kenneth, a disgraced former employee of Park Pharmaceuticals, had been dismissed for embezzlement.

“Get the car ready. We’re heading east!” Damon commanded coldly, his voice leaving no room for dissent.

As soon as the words left his lips, the black Maybach surged out of the warehouse like a predatory beast, its engine roaring ferociously against the night sky. Damon gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, his anxiety and fury bubbling just beneath the surface. If anything happened to Nyla, he vowed to make every last person involved pay dearly.

Meanwhile, within the shadowy confines of the unfinished building on the east side, Nyla’s escape plan had crumbled into despair.

“You little bitch! Still trying to run?” Kenneth’s furious voice echoed as he lunged at her, delivering a brutal kick that sent her crashing down the stairs.

Nyla hit the concrete steps hard, a jolt of pain shooting through her back that made her gasp involuntarily.

“I’ll teach you to run! I’ll teach you!” Kenneth raged, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks with reckless abandon.

Nyla curled into a ball on the ground, desperately shielding her head with her arms, but his relentless assault left her battered and bloodied. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and she feared that several ribs had cracked under the onslaught.

“Kenneth, that’s enough!” Lucia’s voice sliced through the chaos as she emerged from the shadows of the stairway, a glimmering dagger in her hand. “You idiot! If you keep this up, she’ll die!”

Kenneth halted, panting heavily, frustration etched on his face. “Then hurry up and give me the money! I’ve had enough of this!”

Lucia approached Nyla, a cruel smile stretching across her face as she looked down at her former friend. “Look at you now, Nyla. How the mighty have fallen. It’s truly pitiful.”

She crouched beside her, the cold blade of the dagger brushing against Nyla’s bloodied cheek. “But don’t worry, I’ll make your death swift.”

Suddenly, Kenneth’s voice broke through the tension. “Wait! Where’s the money? Where’s the five million you promised me?”

With the sound of sirens drawing nearer and nowhere left to run, Lucia’s mind twisted into a dark scheme. She pulled out her phone, feigning compliance. “Fine, fine, I’ll transfer the money right now.”

Kenneth’s attention shifted to his phone screen, momentarily lowering his guard.

In that split second, Lucia lunged forward, using all her strength to shove Kenneth toward the edge of the rooftop.

“Go die!” she screamed, her voice filled with manic glee.

Kenneth, completely blindsided, lost his balance and let out a desperate scream as he plummeted from the twelve-story building.

Damon, who had just stepped out of his car, witnessed the heart-stopping spectacle unfold before him. His heart raced as he processed the scene, but when he confirmed that it was Kenneth falling and not Nyla, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, though his palms were slick with cold sweat.

On the rooftop, Lucia’s expression morphed into one of madness as she turned her gaze back to Nyla, who was desperately trying to crawl toward the stairs. A cruel smile curled her lips.

“Nyla, did you ever think you’d have such a wretched day?” She crouched down, her voice dripping with malice. “The once proud Nyla Jayston, now reduced to crawling on the ground like a pathetic dog.”

She wasn’t in a rush to end Nyla’s life; instead, she relished the thought of torturing her, of extracting revenge for all the humiliation she had suffered. “Do you have any idea how delighted I am to see you like this?”

Raising the dagger, it glinted ominously under the moonlight. “Now it’s your turn to experience the loss of everything.”

“Where should I start stabbing?” she mused, feigning thoughtfulness. “How about your hands?”

With that, she lunged forward, the dagger aimed viciously at Nyla’s hand.