Too Late, Mr. Miller Your Son and I Are Already Dead

The biological daughter staged her own kidnapping.

In the video she sent to Ethan, she cried out pitifully for help.

But behind the camera, the kidnappers were kicking and punching me.

In the very last second of the video, Mia wailed, "Ethan, Chloe set this up! Save me!"

My mouth was duct-taped shut. I couldn't scream.

I thrashed around, trying to make enough noise for Ethan to notice, but it only earned me a more brutal beating from the thugs.

Ethan stormed into the old family manor like a madman and grabbed my eight-year-old son's arm.