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Chapter 11
Wilder yanked open the closet door with a loud crash.
When he saw the closet half–empty, his palms turned ice–cold, his eyes filled with shock.
He spun around, yanking open every other drawer and cabinet. Anywhere that held Summer‘ clothes, jewelry, or personal belongings–he searched it all.
The result was painfully clear.
Everything of hers was gone.
A blinding flash seemed to explode in his mind. He staggered toward the study, heading straight for the deepest drawer.
Inside was the fake marriage certificate he and Summer had shared.
His heart pounded wildly as he yanked it open. The beat of his pulse was deafening, as if his heart
was about to burst out of his chest.
When he saw Summer’s shredded marriage certificate lying there, his lips went dry, and his tongue felt glued to the roof of his mouth.
She knew.
She knew everything.
Wilder’s body trembled uncontrollably. His muscles refused to listen to him, his brain felt like it
had short–circuited–yet it forced itself awake again.
His hands shook so badly that he couldn’t hold onto his phone.
He tried dialing several times, but the phone kept slipping through his fingers. He bent down in a
panic, fumbling to pick it up.
When Shaw answered, he heard Wilder’s trembling voice.
Shaw instantly stopped what he was doing. “Wilder, what’s going on? What happened?”
Wilder took a sharp breath, forcing himself to calm down.
“Summer knows. She knows everything! Find her–no matter where she is. Tear this whole damn country apart if you have to, but bring her back to me!”
Shaw’s face went grim; he understood the gravity of the situation and immediately gathered men to
start searching.
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But no matter how hard they looked, there was no trace of Summer.
It was as if the moment she was sent to that detention center, all her tracks had vanished into thin
air.
Wilder refused to believe it. He went there himself.
When he arrived, Ben was already waiting at the gates.
“Wilder, you think the same as me, don’t you? I’ve been suspecting this place. Summer disappeared the moment she came here. You don’t think she-”
“No!” Wilder’s bloodshot eyes snapped to him like knives.
He cut him off and dialed another number.
It wasn’t long before an American woman came to lead him into the surveillance room.
Seeing Wilder’s stormy expression, the woman hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she should show him
the footage.
Ben didn’t hesitate. He snatched the USB drive out of her hand and played it directly on the
computer screen.
The moment the video started, a wave of shouting, cursing, and cruel laughter filled the room.
On the screen, several women crouched down, slapping a figure who was collapsed on the floor.
The camera angle was poor–Wilder couldn’t see her face–but the blood on the ground was real, and the filthy rag shoved into her mouth made his stomach twist.
Her head was covered in gashes; her scalp was torn in patches, exposing raw skin. Clumps of hair were scattered on the ground. Her leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, bruises and cuts all over it…
The women seemed to tire from beating her and sat down to rest.
And in that moment, one limp hand slipped into view.
Wilder’s chest tightened. His breathing stopped.
On that wrist-
The watch.
The custom–made watch he had given Summer on her birthday. The only one of its kind in the world.
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His entire body froze.
Beside him, a loud crash rang out.
Ben’s fist slammed onto the table.
“These filthy bitches! I swear I’ll kill them!” he roared, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
The footage played on–three long days of torture.
Three days while Summer was fighting to stay alive.
And where was he during that time?
At the villa.
Wrapped up with another woman.
Laughing. Celebrating.
While Summer was being destroyed.
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