Chapter 127 BURIED ALIVE
\[CASTELLAN'S HOUSE\]
Nikita's smile grew as she lowered her hand.
"The job is completed," she announced.
"What the..." Hazel sprang up. "That was fast. I knew he was trustworthy. So, finally, we have Drexton out of our way," Hazel said happily.
"Not only that, we killed the almighty Drexton by burying him alive. It's only a matter of minutes before he gives it all up. Too sad he's Ixora is staying alive to witness his death."
"Gosh, I'm so happy. I've been waiting for this day. I could sacrifice my liver to kill Drexton. It wasn't even a fat death." She laughed. "He will die while thinking about his dear Ixora," she made a pitiful face.
Nikita crossed her leg, smirking. Their plans might have changed, and his death faster, but that was because he tried to act smart. She imagined what would have happened if Hazel had exposed herself.
She turned to look at Hazel. Not only would Hazel be getting exposed on that day, but she herself would have killed her. Risking her plan is what she wouldn't do. If it means taking Hazel out of the picture, then she's ready to do it.
Hazel faced her and raised a questionable brow. "What?"
Nikita shook her head and raised the bottle of champagne.
"Let's celebrate our victory," she popped the champagne open and poured for both of them.
They cheered at the victory and drank at the same time.
Hazel kept her glass on the table. "There's one more person who needs to be part of this celebration."
"Who?"
"Ixora," Hazel said coldly, and stood. "I will go and get her."
Nikita's eyes darkened immediately after Hazel left. She kept the glass on the table and tapped her finger on it. It made a soft clicking sound.
She was calculating the time, the time Drexton's torturing would begin. The torturing isn't the fact that they buried him alive, but the fact that after two hours, she will go and dig out his body, not to give him a funeral, but rather to torture his soul until his soul pleads for mercy.
Hazel came in, interrupting her thoughts.
"I couldn't find her. Winter is not here."
Nikita slowly stood up.
"What?!"
The rustling sound of the brick broke under the fast-running steps. Her long hair flowed behind her, and the cold breeze slapped her skin as she followed her phone's GPS location.
Her leg stumbled on a twig, and she fell, hurting her knees and palm in the process.
She bit her lips, suppressing the pain.
She was about to stand when her eyes caught the GPS beeping repeatedly. Quickly, she looked around to see a car.
Standing with great difficulty, she hurried to the car. The car's window was broken, and the car was left unlocked.
She bent down and took the phone.
Pressing the one button, it shone, and her eyes caught the wallpaper.
It was a picture of a bracelet... the three bracelets she had given him.
For some seconds, her eyes refused to leave the wallpaper.
"Where is he?" Ixora muttered, darting her gaze around.
She had no idea what Nikita and Hazel planned. What could they possibly have done to Drexton?
His car was packed here, his window broken. That can only mean he's somewhere around.
She pocketed his phone and switched on her flashlight.
Staring at the thick forest ahead of her, she gulped hard.
"I hope I don't get eaten by a wild animal," she mumbled beneath her breath and went into the forest.
"Drexton!" she called out, feeling swallowed by the forest.
It was so that her flashlight could barely see far.
"Drexton!" she shouted louder than the first.
On remembering that Hazel and Nikita had planned to kill him, she increased her search. Walking through the trees, crossing over fallen branches, stepping on twigs.
They couldn't have possibly killed him, could they?
She was about to give up when she fell again, and this time on a shovel.
"Aish." She brought out her toe only to see it had swollen and turned red.
She began crawling on her knees, her blood staining the fallen leaves. She placed her hand on the floor, searching for something different.
For a shovel to be in a forest means it was used to attack somebody.
A sharp nail pierced her palm.
She speedily withdrew her hand, staring at the wounded palm.
She shone her touch on the ground, and her eyes widened at what was written.
R.I.P
Her heart slammed into her chest as she realized something.
"Could they have buried him alive?"
She stood and got the shovel.
If he's not there, she'll have to seek Nikita's help.
Facing her phone flat on the ground, she lifted the shovel and started removing the sand.
\[HOSPITAL\]
The monitor beeped softly as faint breath escaped through the oxygen mask. Wires were connected to his wrist, and a plaster was on his forehead.
Jaxon and Alexa pushed the door open, only to be taken aback by the state Drexton was in.
"No," Alexa muttered, and they both rushed to him.
"Drexton, who did this to you?" They sat beside him.
As if hearing them, Drexton groaned softly and opened his eyes.
He looked around the place, slowly dilating his pupils because of the fluorescent light.
His eyes fell on them as he recalled what happened to him.
He was attacked, and he tried fighting back, but they overpowered him and buried him alive.
How then did he end up in the hospital?
"Are you okay?" Jaxon asked.
Without replying, he took off the oxygen mask and sat up.
"What are..."
He cut her off by removing the wires connected to his wrist.
"How did I end up here?" he asked instead.
Jaxon knew there was no point in telling him to wear back the hospital equipment.
"We received a text from your phone asking us to come to this hospital. It says you were attacked and badly injured."
Drexton cracked his brain, wondering who might have saved his life.
"Let me see the text message."
Jaxon gave Drexton his phone with confusion in his eyes.
What difference would he make if he saw the text?
"Drexton, how did you get hurt?" Alexa asked, but he didn't reply.
In fact, his attention was focused on the text.
"Ixora," he mumbled.
Jaxon and Alexa looked at him.
"She sent the text," he added, and wanted to get out the bed, but Jaxon held him back.
"You are running mad, Drexton. She is not the one who sent the text," Jaxon said, his voice rising.
Drexton jerked his hand away. "I can recognize her writing when I see one."
"Think with a calm head. If she was the one, then where's she? Why isn't she here? Why will she even save your life? And how will she even know you were attacked?"
"No one knows her more than I do."
"Maybe, it's your obsession that's making you think that way." He stopped talking when he saw Drexton pulling out a strand of hair from his shirt.
From the length, one could tell it's a woman's hair.
"This is her hair. I have to go and find her. She's hiding away from me."
He wanted to climb down, but Jaxon grabbed his shoulder and pushed him roughly onto the bed.
"Jaxon," Alexa murmured.
"What! If he doesn't care about his life, he should at least care about us. Does he know how worried we were when we saw the text? I couldn't even believe it, because I know Drexton isn't someone to let his guard down easily. But what do I expect? He was thinking about Ixora. We still don't know what happened to him, and just because he saw something, he concluded Ixora was the one who saved him! He should fucking get back to his senses!" Jaxon yelled, throwing glares at Drexton.
Alexa and Drexton had their eyes on him. They've never seen him react that way, at least not in the past eighteen months.
Jaxon stormed to the door and slammed it shut.
Alexa looked at Drexton.
"Prepare my discharge papers," he told her.
She nodded and left the room.
Drexton's eyes fell on the text and the strand of hair in between his fingers.
"Ixora."