The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169 Into the Fire

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She lifted her head and asked the driver, “How much longer until we reach the hotel?”

“About ten minutes,” he replied, his voice low and heavy.

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Estella frowned and glanced out the window. The scenery didn’t match the route she’d taken earlier.

“Are you sure you’re not lost?” she pressed.

“No mistake,” he said smoothly. “There are two ways to the hotel. The other route clogs with traffic this time of day. This way’s faster.”

A knot of unease twisted in her chest. She opened her maps app to check for herself — but the screen flickered, then went black. Her phone had died.

The car sped on. Out the window, the streets gave way to barren stretches of land. Estella’s pulse spiked.

“You’re not taking me to the hotel. Who are you? Where are you taking me?” she snapped, already pulling her pepper spray from her bag.

The driver didn’t panic. Instead, he pressed harder on the gas.

The sudden acceleration slammed her against the door. Her temple struck the frame, a dizzy wave washing over her. She bit her tongue hard enough to taste blood, forcing herself awake.

Headlines of kidnapped women, human trafficking, and violent crimes flashed through her mind.

No. She wouldn’t be one of them.

She yanked off her silk scarf, slipped out of the seatbelt, and lunged forward, looping the fabric around his throat. With all the strength she’d built in the gym, she pulled tight.

He gasped, hands slipping on the wheel.

The car spun out of control.

There was no time to think – only the jarring impact as the vehicle slammed into a tree.

Glass shattered. Blood trickled down Estella’s forehead. She clawed the door stumbled into the open air.

Behind her, the driver dragged himself free, staggering after her.

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Chapter 169 Into the Fire

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Estella pressed her nails into her palm to stay conscious and ran toward the direction of a road sign. She had to find someone, anyone.

But no one came. Not a single car passed.

The driver’s footsteps grew louder. Panic clawed at her chest. She pushed herself faster – until the ground suddenly gave way.

Her foot slipped.

She tumbled down a slope and crashed into a shallow lake below.

Soaked and gasping, she scrambled up and pushed into the forest, weaving deeper until she found a rocky hollow. She ducked inside, clamping her mouth shut, praying he wouldn’t see.

His curses carried through the trees. Then, slowly, the sound of his boots faded.

Estella exhaled in relief. She pulled out her phone — but it remained lifeless.

Her head spun. She bit her lip until it bled just to stay alert. She had to rely on herself.

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the child’s smartwatch she’d

Digging through her bag, her hand brushed something small picked up earlier, intending to order more later as prizes for her students.

Salvation.

She fumbled to power it on and dialed Jonathan.

Just then, footsteps approached again. Heart hammering, she snapped the watch shut and held her breath.

The man stood only yards away, phone to his ear.

“Nathaniel!” he shouted. “You stole my company’s patent, ruined me, ruined my family. You’ll pay! I’ve got your woman. Pay me back, or I’ll kill her!”

Estella froze. So it was Nathaniel’s sins that had dragged her into this nightmare.

That bastard.

The man ended the call, spitting curses.

“Damn it! Nathaniel won’t pay a cent. Fine. Let this woman rot here!”

He stormed off.

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