The Heiress's Comeback

Chapter 209: [ Volume 1] Chaper 209- Last salvation

Without wasting another second, she bolted to her car, practically flinging herself into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life, her hands shaking as they gripped the wheel. She punched the gas, tires screeching in protest as the car lurched forward.

Esme’s gaze hardened, eyes locked on the road ahead, but her mind was racing with violent thoughts. Whoever did this would regret it, she promised herself, her knuckles whitening as she pressed harder on the accelerator. If her suspicions were correct, blood would be spilled before this night was over.

The city lights blurred past as Esme sped down back roads, weaving through traffic with reckless abandon. It wasn’t long before the congested streets gave way to desolate highways, and her car barreled through the night like a predator on the hunt. The cold, biting wind seeped through the windows, but she hardly noticed. Her mind was consumed by one thought: finding Ray, no matter the cost.

After what felt like an eternity, Esme’s car skidded to a halt in front of a sprawling estate—a place she knew all too well. Towering brick walls and iron gates loomed ahead, enclosing the ominous mansion. The estate reeked of power, of secrets buried deep within its opulent façade. She didn’t hesitate, stepping out of the car and slamming the door behind her, boots crunching against the gravel as she strode toward the gates. Her heart pounded, every step fueled by the anger coursing through her veins. This place held answers, and she intended to rip them out by force if necessary.

The first obstacle—a large, heavy iron door embedded in the brick wall—stood before her, but Esme had no time for formalities. She took a deep breath, summoning the strength that had been building inside her, and slammed her shoulder into the door. It screeched in protest, the metal groaning as it gave way under her force. The guards, usually prepared for any kind of intrusion, were taken aback by her sudden entrance.

"Stop right there!" one of them shouted, rushing forward, his weapon drawn. But Esme was faster. She moved like a shadow, her body fluid and precise as she sidestepped the guard’s attack. Before he could react, her fist connected with his jaw in a sickening crunch, sending him sprawling to the ground, unconscious. Another guard lunged from her side, but she ducked, her elbow driving into his gut before finishing him off with a brutal knee to the face.

With the guards dispatched, Esme stalked through the estate’s grand entrance, her eyes burning with fury. The mansion’s opulent interior was a far cry from the violent rage simmering within her. The polished floors, the priceless artwork lining the walls—none of it mattered. Every inch of this place screamed of wealth and power, and she intended to burn it all down if she didn’t get answers. She kicked open a heavy oak door at the end of the hall, not caring about the damage, her patience long since worn thin.

Inside, Amber’s second aunt’s husband stood frozen, his face draining of color at the sight of her. He was tall, imposing, but in this moment, faced with Esme’s seething fury, he was reduced to a trembling mess. He backed away instinctively, his eyes wide with fear as if he knew what was coming.

"M-Miss Rose, what are you—?"

"Where the hell is your wife?" Esme’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and cold. The words were filled with venom, each one more dangerous than the last. She advanced toward him, fists clenched, eyes blazing with a ferocity that sent a chill down his spine.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as panic seized him. His gaze flickered toward the door, as though hoping someone—anyone—would come to his rescue. But there was no one, and Esme’s patience was hanging by a thread. Her every step toward him was a warning, each movement more predatory than the last.

"I won’t ask again." Her voice dropped to a menacing whisper, a promise of violence simmering beneath the surface. "Tell me where she is, or I will tear this place apart with my bare hands."

He stumbled backward, fear written across his face, sweat beading on his brow.

Esme was practically shaking with anger as she stood over Amber’s second aunt’s husband, her fists clenched so tight that her nails dug painfully into her palms. The fury roiling inside her was barely contained, and it only burned hotter when she heard Jenny’s voice behind her.

"It’s not... He doesn’t know anything," Jenny’s soft voice cut through the tension in the room.

Esme spun around, her gaze sharp, eyes flashing with rage. "Then tell me where the hell your motherfucking mother went!"

Jenny didn’t flinch, though she could see the raw fury simmering in Esme’s expression. Taking a deep breath, she kept her voice steady, trying to remain calm under the intensity of Esme’s glare.

"No one in this mansion knows where she went," Jenny replied, her tone carrying the weight of grim certainty. "She’s been missing for two days. No contact, no information. Her phone’s at home, so even if you try to track her, it won’t lead you anywhere."

Esme’s heart sank at Jenny’s words. It felt like the ground had been ripped out from beneath her. All the energy, all the hard work she’d poured into tracking down Ray, now felt like it had evaporated into thin air.

It was happening again. How? How could she have missed this? She bit back a frustrated scream, rubbing her temples as the helplessness clawed at her, threatening to overwhelm her. The last lead, the last shred of hope she had clung to, had slipped through her fingers like sand.

What now? The question hammered at her mind, mocking her with its impossible weight.

As she pressed her hands to her face, trying to make sense of her next move, Jenny’s voice broke the silence again. "But... there’s one place I think she might be."