Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 43

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

In the secluded private room of the restaurant, the atmosphere was thick with an uneasy tension, punctuated by the soft clinking of glasses and hushed conversations. Nearly thirty minutes had slipped by since Nyla had left, and Damon found himself growing increasingly restless. He set down his wine glass with a slight thud, his brow knitting together in concern as he cast a long, lingering glance at the door.

“Spencer, can you give Nyla a call?” Damon’s voice held an edge of anxiety, betraying the calm facade he tried to maintain.

Without hesitation, Spencer pulled out his phone, his fingers dancing over the screen as he dialed. But just then, a phone rang out, startling everyone in the room. All eyes turned to the source of the sound, discovering Nyla’s phone resting quietly on the table, right where she had been seated moments ago.

“Her phone is still here,” Spencer remarked, a frown creasing his forehead as he processed the situation.

Bill, sensing the growing concern, quickly retrieved his own phone. “I’ll reach out to Zoe to see what’s going on,” he said, his voice steady despite the unease in the room.

The call connected swiftly, and Zoe’s voice crackled through the receiver. “Bill, I’m really sorry. Miss Nyla’s clothes got badly stained with red wine. I’m taking her to the boutique downstairs to find something new. It might take a little longer than expected.”

“Oh, I understand. Take your time, there’s no rush,” Bill replied, trying to sound reassuring as he hung up. He turned to Damon, relaying the information. “Nyla’s clothes were ruined, so Zoe is helping her pick out replacements.”

Yet, deep inside, Damon’s instincts screamed that there was more to this than met the eye. Nyla was always thoughtful and considerate; if she needed to buy new clothes, she would have informed them first. Leaving her phone behind felt entirely out of character.

“Spencer, we need to check on her,” Damon said in a lowered voice, urgency creeping into his tone.

Spencer nodded, immediately rising from his seat and exiting the private room with purpose.

Minutes dragged on painfully until Spencer returned, his expression grave, his voice barely above a whisper. “Boss, the boutique downstairs hasn’t seen her. I checked the surveillance footage, and it shows Zoe taking an unconscious Nyla to the sixth floor.”

Damon’s blood ran cold, and a surge of fury ignited within him. A dark, menacing aura enveloped him, radiating an unmistakable sense of danger.

“What did you do to her?” he growled, rising abruptly and grabbing Bill by the throat, his grip tightening with a fierce intensity.

Bill’s face turned ashen, panic flickering in his eyes as he struggled for breath. He could feel the raw power in Damon’s grip, as if his life hung by a thread.

“Mr. Damon… what… what’s happening…” Bill gasped, his face growing increasingly blue from the lack of air.

“I’m asking you, where is Nyla?” Damon’s voice was low and lethal, his eyes burning with a fierce fury that could ignite a fire.

Faced with the specter of death, Bill crumbled, his resolve shattering. “She’s… in room 606 on the sixth floor… please, spare me…”

Damon released him, and Bill slumped back into his chair, gasping for air, relief mingling with lingering fear.

“If anything happens to her, I’ll ensure you’re buried alongside her,” Damon spat out, his voice a lethal whisper before he stormed out of the private room, determination fueling his every step.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit hotel room on the sixth floor, Nyla began to stir from her unconsciousness. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her limbs felt heavy, as if shackled by an unseen force.

As she fought to open her eyes, she was met with the sight of an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, the air thick with an unsettling fragrance that made her skin crawl. Panic surged as she noticed a middle-aged man sitting beside her, his gaze filled with a disturbing hunger.

“Awake? Perfect, I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, his hand reaching out to caress her face.

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