He Turned My Love Into a Grave Chapter 10

He Turned My Love Into a Grave Chapter 10

His vision narrowed inch by inch until it fixed on the massive cliff edge before him.

After a long silence, he let out a cold laugh. “No. It’s not her.”

He turned away, forcing calm, but the trembling in his fingers betrayed every ounce of panic surging through him.

His foot hit the car step. A shout rang out behind him. “Over here! We found the vehicle!”

Silas froze. His fingers slid off the door frame. He turned and walked toward the crash site. His pace quickened with every step.

An officer moved to stop him as he breached the caution tape. Silas shoved him aside with one arm. Then the crane hoisted the wreckage up, and the familiar Bentley Mulsanne came into view.

His chest constricted. His legs felt like concrete—heavy, aching.

He slowed.

Water cascaded off the vehicle. Officers rushed to open the door. The cabin was empty. “No one inside. Get the rescue teams in the water. Now.”

Silas exhaled. His hand dropped to his side and fumbled for a cigarette. “See? I told you. She’s fine.”

Then someone nearby sighed. “A fall from this height, even if she got out of the car, there’s no way she survived. The currents are too strong. They’d pull her under. And at night, the water’s freezing. Hypothermia sets in fast.”

It was a bystander.

Silas clawed at his hair, agitated. Then his eyes snapped toward the man, cold as blades. “Bullshit. No body means she’s alive.”

He ripped aside the caution tape and strode in. Someone recognized him and spoke with deference. “Mr. Voss.”

Silas gave a curt nod, his gaze never leaving the wreckage. “This is my car. My wife was inside. Find her. Now.”

Then he turned and left. He didn’t go back to Lila. He went straight home.

The gifts he’d prepared were still there, untouched. His mood darkened further, his expression sour.

“Sir, what should I do with these?”

He stared at the nearly wilted flowers, picked up a random box, and held it tight. “Leave them. Mrs. Voss will be back soon. All of this belongs to her.”

The next morning, he hadn’t slept a minute. Dark circles shadowed his face as he called the Local Police Department.

Still no sign of her.

He set his toothbrush down slowly. Then the anger he’d been bottling up for days finally erupted.

“You can’t find her? Then send more people. What the hell am I paying you for? Take whatever resources you need from Voss Industries. Just do it.”

“She can’t die.”

“She’s injured. If you don’t find her, I’ll tear your department apart.”

The last words came out raw, edged with something close to panic. His throat burned from shouting. His teeth chattered uncontrollably.

On the other end of the line, the officer offered a careful, gentle warning. “Mr. Voss, it’s been over a day. The odds of survival are basically zero. Even if she made it out of the car, the currents would’ve…”

Silas’s face went black. His voice dropped to something frozen and lethal. “She’s not dead. Keep searching. I don’t care if you have to drain the whole damn ocean. Find her.”

He slammed the phone down. Then he hired every rescue team in the city. Helicopters. Boats. They worked around the clock, scanning the water for any trace of Elara.

A full week passed. Nothing.

Then the Hale family issued an obituary. They publicly acknowledged Elara’s death.

Silas stormed into the Hale family estate.