The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 508

The sound of the phone hitting the floor was a muffled crack—sharp, but somehow distant.

People milling around the check-in counter instinctively glanced in Danielle’s direction.

Her hand was trembling as she snatched the phone off the ground, fingers white-knuckled. She quickly scanned the screen, her entire body rigid with tension.

A new message glared at her:

**Your daughter is under our control. If you want her to remain safe, come to Citadel Peaks immediately. Do not contact the police—any attempt to call for help will result in her death. The consequences are yours to bear.**

Each word on the screen slammed into her, relentless and cold.

For a moment, Danielle could hardly breathe. She immediately dialed her mother’s number, but the call rang and rang with no answer.

A thousand possibilities flashed through her mind, leaving her legs weak. She couldn’t fathom who would kidnap Niki—her thoughts scrambled, then went blank.

Desperate, she tried calling the number that had sent the text. The call failed; it was a burner line—unreachable.

Danielle’s face drained of all color. She wasn’t even sure how she managed to walk out of the airport.

Somehow, she forced herself to stay calm. She called her assistant and told her to bring the car around—urgently.

Now, Danielle stood outside the airport, heart racing, scanning for any car she could flag down, anything to get her to Citadel Peaks faster.

But at this hour, cars were scarce.

As she waited, a dark Land Rover rolled up to the curb. The back window slid down, and Alexander leaned out, watching her. Her eyes were rimmed red, her face etched with panic—she hadn’t lost her composure like this in public before.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

Danielle turned toward the voice.

Alexander always had a way of reading people, and it was obvious she was desperate to leave.

“Where do you need to go? I’ll drive you,” he offered.

Her hands balled into fists at her sides. She frowned, silent.

Niki had been kidnapped. Alexander wouldn’t care. He’d never wanted to be a father—had never even let Niki call him “Dad.” Telling him would only earn his cold indifference.

Danielle glanced at the time on her phone.

“To Citadel Peaks,” she managed.

Danielle’s grip tightened on her phone. Her mind was consumed with Niki’s safety; she couldn’t bear the thought of losing her daughter again.

“Kirsten, I don’t have a choice.”

She had no way of knowing what was happening to Niki, or even if she was still alive. Panic threatened to swallow her whole.

Would the kidnapper wait for her to make a plan? They had set a deadline—if she didn’t show up on time, Niki could pay the price.

Kirsten understood the torment in Danielle’s voice.

“Go. I’ll figure something out from here.”

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Danielle’s cab wound its way to Citadel Peaks.

The place was a deserted stretch on the outskirts of town—a wasteland ever since the earthquake and the landslides. The village that had once stood there was nothing but broken remnants, long abandoned. Everyone who could had moved away.

The car came to a halt amid the ruins.