My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Assassination attempt Chapter 282: Assassination attempt Gianna lifted her gaze.

The hooded man stood at the edge of the pit, a shovel in his hands.

This man was supposed to take her to safety.

He was supposed to help her escape.

But instead, he was burying her alive.

Her body trembled violently.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked, scrambling to her feet, only for more dirt to fall onto her shoulders.

“Madam Lydia sent you to save me!

And you-you’re trying to kill me!” The man paused for a brief moment, his grip tightening around the shovel.

Then, with a smirk, he delivered the truth with chilling finality.

“Wrong,” he said coldly.

“She gave me clear instructions-to finish you.” And with that, he shoved another heap of soil down onto her.

“Agh!” Gianna cried out, scrambling to the farthest corner of the grave.

As the man continued to throw soil into the grave, Gianna’s desperation grew.

“I can’t die here.

I have to get out.” Panic surged through her veins as she frantically scanned her surroundings, searching for anything-anything-that could help her escape.

Her wild gaze landed on a thick, gnarled root jutting out from the dirt wall.

Hope flickered in her chest like a dying flame.

Without wasting another second, she lunged toward it, her fingers wrapping tightly around the rough bark.

She gritted her teeth and pulled with all her strength, her feet scrambling against the loose soil for support.

But the grave was deep, the earth too soft.

Her grip slipped.

She cried out as she slid back down and hit the ground with a thud, the jagged bark tearing at her palms.

Pain seared through her hands.

Tears streamed down her cheeks instantly, her fingers trembling.

She had once lived a life of luxury, basking in wealth and success.

But trusting the wrong people had destroyed her.

Erica had led her down this path, and Lydia plotted to kill her.

Above her, the man let out a low, mocking laugh.

“You think you can escape?” He tossed another heap of dirt into the grave.

“Just accept your fate.

It’ll be easier that way.

Unless you want a slow, painful death.” His words angered her, and her resolve hardened.

She wouldn’t die here.

She would get out of here and expose them.

Wiping the tears from her face with the back of her injured hand, she clenched her fingers around the root once more.

Her body screamed in protest as pain shot from her shredded palms up to her shoulders, but she refused to let go.

Inch by inch, she pulled herself up, her muscles burning with effort.

The man paused, his shovel still in his hands.

His lips curled into a smirk, amusement flickering in his eyes.

He wanted to see how she would climb up.

Gianna had already made up her mind.

She would survive.

She would escape.

And she would make them pay.

Blood dripped down from her hands.

Every cell of her body screamed in protest.

The pain was unbearable, fire pulsing through her torn palms.

But she refused to stop.

Gritting her teeth, she dragged herself upward.

‘Just a little more.

Just a little more.’ Her heart pounded as her trembling hand finally reached the edge of the grave.

A surge of relief flooded her veins-she was going to make it.

But that hope didn’t last long.

A sudden, crushing blow struck the back of her head.

A sharp burst of pain exploded in her skull, and her grip failed.

She plummeted backward into the grave, her body hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

Darkness swallowed her, blood dripping down her head.

The man scoffed, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Foolish woman.” He spat into the grave before gripping his shovel again, shoving soil over her unconscious body with ruthless efficiency.

His focus was so intent, so consumed by his task, that he didn’t notice the shadow creeping up behind him.

Then, in a flash, a powerful force slammed into his back.

Caught off guard, he gasped as he tumbled forward-right into the grave.

His body crashed beside Gianna’s.

For a split second, his mind went blank.

Then instinct kicked in.

His fingers clenched around the shovel as he scrambled to his feet, his wild eyes snapping upward.

A figure stood at the edge of the grave, looking down at him.

His face was hidden behind a dark mask.

“Hey!

Who the hell are you?!” he barked, tightening his grip on the shovel.

He shoved the tool against the side of the grave, trying to leverage himself up.

His legs coiled, ready to leap- Bang The gunshot echoed through the still night.

A single bullet pierced his forehead, his body jerking violently before crumpling onto the dirt.

His dead eyes stared blankly at the night sky as blood pooled beneath him.

The masked man lowered his gun.

Pulling out a phone, he pressed it to his ear.

“I found her,” he said grimly.

His gaze flickered to Gianna’s still form.

“She is injured.

I need backup.” ~~~~~~~~ The sharp ringing of Dylan’s phone pierced through the stillness of the early morning hours.

He reached for the device on the bedside table, squinting at the screen.

Justin.

A flicker of curiosity crossed his face.

‘Why is he calling this early?’ He glanced to his side and found Ava curling up in the blankets, her breathing steady.

Not wanting to wake her, Dylan carefully slid out of bed, his movements quiet.

He settled into his wheelchair, rolling out of the bedroom before finally answering the call.

“What is it?” “We found Gianna,” Justin said with a serious tone.

“She is injured.

Someone tried to kill her, but our men got to her in time.

She is alive.” Dylan clasped the armrest, his eyes flashing with dangerous light.

“Where are you keeping her?” “In a safe house,” Justin replied.

“Make sure she receives medical attention.

I want her strong enough to answer my questions.” Dylan’s voice turned even sharper.

“But don’t inform the authorities yet.

I want to deal with her myself before handing her over.” “Understood.

No one will know.” The call ended with that.

As Dylan wheeled himself back into the bedroom, he found Ava stirring awake.

Her drowsy eyes blinked at him, and a lazy smile spread across her face as she hugged the pillow closer.

“Did I wake you up?” Ava hummed, her voice thick with sleep.

“I heard you talking on the phone.

Who was it?” Schooling his features into an easy smile, he wheeled closer to the bed.

“Who else would call me this early besides Justin?” he teased.

Ava pouted playfully.

“Justin again?

He never cares about the time, does he?

He calls you all the time.” She let out a dramatic sigh.

“He is closer to you than I am.” Dylan chuckled.

“Are you jealous?” “Kind of.” She scrunched her nose.

His expression softened as he reached out, running his fingers gently through her hair.

“Don’t be,” he murmured.

“I’ll always be loyal to you.

Now, get up.

You have an important meeting to deal with.” “Yes, it’s a big day for me.” Ava sat up, shrugging off her laziness.

“I can’t afford to be late.

I’ll go freshen up, then I’ll prepare breakfast for you.” She clambered down from the bed and stole a kiss on his cheek before rushing into the bathroom.

Dylan froze for a moment.

His fingers brushed against the spot where her lips had just been.

A slow, contented smile crept onto his face, warmth spreading through him.