Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex’s "Uncle" - Chapter 586

Chapter 586: Not Welcome

Selina and Logan walked up to the gates of the estate, and sure enough, a luxury car was parked there, bearing the Hill Family crest.

A driver stood waiting at the entrance. When he saw Selina, he bowed respectfully, addressed her as “Miss,” and then opened the rear door for her.

He was dressed in the Hill Family uniform, complete with their insignia. He was clearly a Hill Family driver.

Logan escorted her into the car. But the moment her door shut and Logan moved to get in on the other side, the driver slipped into the front seat and started the engine without a word—making it very clear that Logan was not welcome to ride along.

Selina narrowed her eyes. Aaron hadn’t said a word about excluding Logan from the gathering. In fact… Aaron would never make such a decision.

She frowned, ready to speak up, but the car had already pulled away.

Sitting back, Selina let her fingers brush the edge of the mirror, using its reflection to study the driver.

His brow was deeply furrowed. His face carried a harsh, dangerous edge… Was this man really just a driver?

“Logan hasn’t gotten in yet,” Selina said coolly. “The Hill Family has no reason to refuse his company at the banquet.”

The driver’s voice was calm, almost detached. “My apologies, Miss. The Master instructed me to fetch you, and you alone. Perhaps you’re unaware, but not just anyone is permitted to ride in a Hill Family car. Without the Master’s orders, I can’t simply let another person in.”

Selina’s eyes narrowed. “Stop the car.”

Instead of stopping, the driver pressed harder on the gas.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I’m only following protocol. I ask for your understanding.”

Selina fixed him with a sharp stare. “Protocol? Whose protocol are you following?”

“The Hill Family’s, of course.”

“So you’re using the Hill Family’s rules to lecture me?”

The driver fell silent for a beat, then repeated, “My apologies, Miss. But as I said, this is my job. I follow the Master’s orders. If I disobeyed him today, I’d be dismissed tomorrow. Please understand.”

“Are you truly following the Master’s orders… or someone else’s?”

The driver’s fingers tightened on the wheel, knuckles whitening. “Of course it’s the Master’s. I don’t see the point of these questions, Miss. Please remain calm. I’ll have you at the Hill Family estate shortly.”

Selina’s instincts screamed that something was wrong.

She glanced at the locked doors. With the car moving this fast, jumping out wasn’t an option. Sitting in the backseat, lunging for the wheel wasn’t possible either…

She quietly tapped her phone, sending Logan a message.

Vroom—

Suddenly, the car surged forward. The force slammed Selina back into the seat, knocking the breath out of her. Her voice turned cold. “Stop the car!”

The driver ignored her, pushing the vehicle to an increasingly dangerous speed.

The road twisted into the mountains. Selina’s eyes narrowed. “Where are we? I said stop the car!”

“The Hill Family estate isn’t in the city, Miss. A home of that size can only be in the outskirts. The family owns the entire mountain. Today’s gathering is there. Mountain roads are dangerous—there will be some jolts. Please forgive the rough ride.”

“If it’s dangerous, then stop. I demand another driver. The Hill Family would never refuse such a request!”

The driver said nothing more, refusing to answer, and kept driving.

Logan’s car followed close behind the driver’s vehicle, his chest tightening as he watched it pick up speed.

He didn’t have the luxury of overthinking—he couldn’t let Selina be harmed.

This wasn’t the road to the Hill estate at all. A single thought struck him, and the truth fell into place: Hannah and Matt had flaunted their power in the Hill Family for thirty years. Their roots ran deep.

Killing off a young lady who had just returned to the Hill Family? That was nothing to them.

It didn’t matter how this driver planned to stage the accident—whether it was a fiery crash or some other trick—the goal was the same: Selina had to die.

Logan let out a cold laugh and slammed on the accelerator.

Up ahead, the car swerved sharply, narrowly missing the rock face.

Selina’s voice cut through the roar of the engine, cold and commanding. “Either stop this car, or give me the wheel!”

The driver’s face remained impassive. “I’m sorry, Miss. This is the only road to the Hill estate. And switching drivers now would be too dangerous. How could I possibly let you drive yourself—”

“Too dangerous?”

Selina actually laughed in outrage.

He kept calling her “Miss,” but time and again he put her life at risk. He didn’t see her as the true heir at all.

To this driver, Matt, Hannah, and the Hill Family cronies who had crushed Charles—they were the real masters of the Hill Family. She, the so-called ‘young lady’ who had just returned, was nothing more than a social-climbing nobody.

“I don’t know what the Hill Family looks like now,” Selina snapped, “but if my uncle invited me home, it means the estate is back in the hands of its rightful bloodline. Matt and Hannah? One’s the foster son of my great-grandfather’s driver, the other a granddaughter with no blood ties. What do you think my uncle will do when he finds out they tried to silence me?!”

“Forget Hannah—even if it’s Matt, I’ll make sure he pays in blood. And you?”

For a moment, doubt flickered in the driver’s eyes, his grip faltering. But then he hardened again, flooring the gas, muttering under his breath.

“No… no… I can’t let Miss Ava suffer. You shouldn’t have come back…”

Selina’s eyes flashed. Miss Ava? Who was that? Aaron had never mentioned such a person.

She had no choice but to fight for herself. Reckless or not, she lunged forward, trying to wrestle the wheel. “I don’t know who this Ava is, but if I die, the Hill Family will trace it straight back to you! And when they do, everyone connected to you will be destroyed. Do you really think this Ava of yours will escape—”

The driver froze for just a second.

BANG!

Another car cut in from the side, slamming into the vehicle with perfect precision—hard enough to kill the engine, but not to harm Selina.

The car jolted violently twice before screeching to a stop.

Cold sweat trickled down Selina’s temple. A second later, the door was wrenched open. “…Logan?”

“Don’t be afraid.”

Logan yanked the driver from the seat, bound him tightly with rope, and tossed him aside. Then he turned to Selina, carefully checking her hand. “Are you hurt?”

A long, deep gash marred her hand. Logan’s eyes grew darker, his expression icy.

Selina hissed. “I’m fine. Where… where are we?”

Logan’s gaze was like a blade as he glared at the driver, as if he were already a corpse. “We’re sixty kilometers from the Hill estate.”

The truth was obvious—the driver had planned to drag Selina far from the family grounds, to some desolate mountain road… and leave her body there.