The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 848

Nash had said Nathan took Raffy, but the more she thought about it, the less sense it made. Nathan was a calculating man; he never made a move without a clear advantage. He had to have known that taking Raffy would immediately put Alexander on high alert, possibly even enraging him. So why act so brazenly? If he just wanted a bargaining chip, he could have been far more subtle.

A chilling thought struck her. What if Nathan's goal wasn't to use Raffy to threaten Alexander? What if it was to lure Alexander back to Davidson Manor? The estate was Jake's territory, a place where Nathan had spent years building his influence. If Alexander walked in there, he would be walking straight into a trap set by his father and brother.

If she could see it, Alexander, with his sharp mind, surely could too. But that knowledge only made her more anxious.

Taking a deep breath, Danielle stood up. She couldn't just sit here. She grabbed her phone and dialed Alexander's number. The ringing tone echoed in the silent room, each pulse amplifying her anxiety.

"Hello?" Alexander's voice finally came through, rough with fatigue. The sound of a moving car was in the background.

"Where are you right now?"

"On my way to the city outskirts. Nash tracked them to an abandoned villa out there," he said, his tone deceptively calm. "What's wrong?"

Danielle's words came out in a rush. "Have you considered that this might be a trick? Nathan might not be there at all. He could be trying to lure you to Davidson Manor."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Danielle could almost picture his expression.

After a moment, his voice came back, steady and resolute. "I know."

***

The moment Alexander stepped through the doors of Davidson Manor, he felt the oppressive atmosphere. His father, Jake, was seated in the main armchair in the living room, his face dark as a thundercloud. Bianca sat nearby, wringing her hands, while Paula Davidson stood by the window, her expression unreadable.

Nathan was lounging on the sofa, idly toying with a jade pendant, a smirk playing on his lips. Standing nervously in front of him, dressed in ill-fitting clothes, was Raffy.

"So you finally decided to show up," Jake snarled, his voice thick with anger. "Look at the mess you've made! Do you have any idea what people are saying? Are you trying to make this family the laughingstock of Northridge City?"

Alexander ignored him, his gaze fixed on Nathan and Raffy. His eyes turned to ice. "You brought him here?"