Rylee’s POV
At that moment, Madeline fainted.
Vlad immediately shoved me aside in a panic and scooped Madeline into his arms as he hurried away.
I was taken home by the bodyguards. No one cared whether I lived or died, and Vlad didn’t come back.
Seizing the moment when no one was around, I quietly slipped into his study.
I approached his desk and used the password I had secretly memorized to unlock his computer.
Inside, as I had expected, I found exactly what I was looking for.
Years ago, he had sabotaged Zander’s company through malicious competition, even planting corporate spies, fabricating evidence, and driving him to bankruptcy.
I quickly copied the files to a flash drive, then deleted all traces from the computer.
After finishing, I received a call from the county clerk’s office, instructing me to pick up the divorce certificate.
But as I turned the corner of the street, a sudden sharp pain struck the back of my neck. My vision went black, and I lost consciousness completely.
When I woke, I found myself inside a sack, my hands and feet bound, my mouth gagged.
Through the muffled fabric, I faintly heard Madeline’s weak voice.
“Vlad, forget it. After all, they’re my sister’s people. Just have her apologize, and that’ll be enough.”
Vlad snorted coldly and dialed my phone, but no one answered.
Through the gap in the sack, I could see the expression on his face darkening by the second.
Madeline lowered her head, her eyes red.
“Did she deliberately refuse to pick up the phone because she doesn’t want to apologize to me?”
At that, Vlad let out a mocking laugh and turned to his men with a cold command.
“Deliberately? I have plenty of ways to make her come.” He scoffed. “Go to the western suburb cemetery, dig up the grave, and bring the urns to me.”
My heart constricted violently. A suffocating pain spread through me.
He actually intended to dig up the child’s grave—to use it as leverage to force me to comply!
Hearing this, Madeline feigned protest.
“Vlad, that’s still her children… This is too cruel…”
“Cruel?” Vlad’s voice was icy. “What she did to you was a hundred times crueler. Today, I’ll make her taste what it feels like to lose the thing she cares about most.”
I lost track of time. Footsteps echoed again, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects hitting the floor.
I heard the notification of a video recording starting on his phone. His voice came through the screen, cutting straight to the bone.
“Rylee, I’m giving you ten minutes. Appear before me immediately and apologize to Maddie. If you’re even a minute late, I’ll take urns, mix it with meat, and feed it to the dogs.”
“Ten minutes,” he repeated. “If you’re not here by then, all three urns will be fed to the dogs.”
With a loud bang, my mind went completely blank. Tears surged out instantly, mixing with the dust on the sack and smearing all over my face.
I struggled desperately, kicking with all my strength, but the rope only tightened, cutting deep into my flesh, burning with pain.
I wanted to shout. I wanted to tell him I was right here. I wanted to beg him to spare my child. But the rag stuffed in my mouth blocked me completely. I could only let out desperate muffled sobs.
“What’s going on in there?”
Hearing the movement, Vlad glanced over.
“Sir, maybe the kidnappers didn’t tie her properly; she started moving,” someone reported.
Without hesitation, Vlad ordered, “Keep hitting her! Don’t stop until Rylee comes.”
In the next instant, a thick wooden stick slammed down onto the sack, pounding my back and stomach. Each strike tore through me with agonizing pain.
I curled up, trying to protect my head.
But the blows kept coming. My body convulsed with every hit, and blood seeped from the corner of my mouth, soaking the gag.
I could clearly hear the sound of time passing. Every second felt like being cut alive.
I twisted my body, hoping to attract his attention, but the only response was more relentless beating.
Finally, ten minutes passed.
Vlad’s voice was terrifyingly calm, yet icy to the bone.
“She’s still not here.”
Madeline squeezed out a few tears, choking on her words.
“Forget it… Consider it even for the time she donated blood for me.”
Vlad’s voice shot up sharply.
“Forget it? Impossible.”
At that moment, I saw ashes being scattered into meat and thrown into a dog cage.
I tried with all my strength to whimper, hoping to make him stop.
But it was completely useless.
My whole body went cold, the intense pain almost making me lose consciousness. Tears mixed with blood slide continuously down my cheeks.
That was our child. Even if he never loved them, they still carried his blood.
And he fed them to the dogs.
