Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 51

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

“Even if you spill everything, I don’t have money right now,” Kenneth said, his tone unnervingly calm. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut. “And if this gets out, you’ll go to prison too!”

The man with the gravelly voice was clearly seething with rage. His frustration erupted as he bellowed, “Kenneth, don’t fucking give me this bullshit! Miss Pollard gave you so much money, and you won’t share a bit with me? Do you think I’m an idiot?”

From her cramped prison within the suitcase, Nyla’s heart plummeted at the mention of “Miss Pollard.” Lucia’s surname was Pollard! The realization crashed over her like a wave, washing away any remnants of hope. This kidnapping wasn’t merely a financial scheme; it was a meticulously crafted revenge plot. Lucia intended to ruin her completely—perhaps even kill her!

As the argument between the two men began to wane, Nyla felt herself being yanked from the car with rough hands, her body tossed unceremoniously to the ground. She was then dragged into a damp, shadowy space. The echo of their footsteps suggested they were in an abandoned building, a place that held secrets of its own.

Within minutes, the sharp click of high heels echoed through the darkness, accompanied by a voice that sent chills down Nyla’s spine. “Well done. Is she awake?”

Nyla’s pulse quickened—there was no mistaking it; it was Lucia’s voice!

“Should be soon. The drug effect is wearing off,” Kenneth replied, his voice laced with a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

Suddenly, Nyla felt a jarring kick to the suitcase. “Nyla, stop pretending to sleep. I know you’re awake.”

The futility of her act washed over her like a cold mist. With a resigned breath, she slowly opened her eyes. The suitcase creaked open, and there stood Lucia, her face adorned with a twisted smile that spoke of satisfaction and malice.

“My dear former best friend,” Lucia crouched down, her voice dripping with sickly sweetness. “Surprised?”

“Lucia…” Nyla struggled to sit up, her body protesting against the confines of the suitcase. “Why are you doing this?”

Without warning, Lucia stood tall and delivered two sharp slaps to Nyla’s face, the sound echoing in the dim space.

“Slap! Slap!”

A burning pain radiated from Nyla’s cheeks, and she felt the warm trickle of blood seep from the corner of her mouth.

“Why?” Lucia sneered, her eyes glinting with fury. “You still have the nerve to ask me why? If it weren’t for you, how would I have fallen to this state?”

With a swift motion, she produced a glistening dagger from her bag, pressing it menacingly against Nyla’s neck. “Now, be a good girl and call Clark. Tell him you’ve been kidnapped and that he needs to prepare ten million dollars for your ransom.”

The cold steel against her skin made Nyla’s heart race. In that moment, the horrifying truth crystallized in her mind—Lucia had no intention of letting her go. This was all part of a sinister plan to collect the ransom, eliminate her, and frame Kenneth for the crime. It was a perfect plot, killing two birds with one stone.

Yet, Nyla knew she had to buy time. “Okay… I’ll make the call,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

With trembling hands, Nyla dialed Clark’s number, her heart pounding in her chest. But instead of Clark’s familiar voice, she was met with the insufferable tone of Jordyn.

“Hello?” Jordyn’s voice dripped with laziness and impatience.

“Jordyn, this is Nyla. Let Clark answer quickly!” Nyla exclaimed, panic rising in her throat. “I’ve been kidnapped. I need help!”

A heavy silence hung in the air for a few agonizing seconds before Jordyn’s malicious laughter pierced through. “Nyla? Hahaha, you said you’ve been kidnapped?”

“Yes! Let Clark answer quickly. This isn’t a joke!” Nyla’s voice cracked, desperation clawing at her.

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