Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 16: 16 Don't play with fire

Davis and Jessica stepped out of their respective rooms simultaneously and their gazes locked, the temperature seem to fall several degrees low as they engaged in a silent battle of wits. None of them wished to see the other and none acknowledged the other, it was as though they were strangers whose path should never have crossed.

Jessica silently accessed Davis situation and sighed in relief, there is a change in his appearance and color after he tidied up and had a good rest. It seems that his mental state is the main reason why he was but a shadow of himself. Without sparing him another glance she made her way to the dining room for a quick meal; she has a very important meeting to attend. Immediately after the meal she picked up her phone about to walk to the door but halted briefly and turned around to face Ethan who has just walked into the living room.

"Ethan, I need a car.", she said without care, it is not just a request but rather an order. Ethan's heart skipped a beat at the request. He might have been Davis assistant but never has he made any decision without Davis yet Jessica doesn't seem like one who is willing to talk to Davis. It was like the Jessica before them now is different from the previous Jessica. "My poor life", he muttered to himself.

Davis gazed at her intently. He couldn't understand why his uncle has mentioned this lady as unassuming and quiet. It seems there is something more to this whole arrangement. Ethan glanced at Davis seeking for his opinion concerning the car but Jessica's voice made him falter and reconsidered his stance.

"Ethan, by virtue of this union I have equal assess to the things in this house just like your boss so get me... a car key", she said coldly. Her aura intimidating, her gaze sharp daring him to disobey her.

Ethan entered the house briefly and returned with the key to a red sports car and handed it over to her, she dangled it playfully with a smile "Thanks and from now, this is mine", she smirked and left the room ignoring Davis who had been sitting quietly in the living room. Being ignored and treated as air, Davis fist clenched in anger.

Before long, the rumble of the sports car coming to life shattered the silence of the mansion as it revved through the driveway and in seconds the loud roar as it joins the highway echoed in the villa.

Davis was seething with rage and his face twisted in anger —that was his best car and he never thought that a day will come when someone will take over the car without a proper request or even appreciation but then he couldn't help but wonder how a quiet girl can control such a high end customized sports car.

He glared at Ethan who spurned on his heels and left the sitting room to avoid being the recipient of his terror.

Jessica sped all the way to an upscale night club, she stopped the car and handed the key to the valet and made her way through the door in to the dimly lit club, She is a frequent member of the club and can easily find her way around. Quietly, she weaved through the crowd to a dark spot away from the noises of the club. Settling down on one of the sofa, her leg crossed over the other; a waiter served her with her drink— Barcardi. She took a sip of her drink slowly while glancing at her wrist at intervals with impatience etched on her face.

walked in with a file in one hand. Terry had

a waiter promptly served him a drink which he drained the glass in one swift motion. He retrieved a file and pushed it towards her. Jessica picked up the file and checked on it's content slowly,

any other changes" she sneered. Terry

gaze flickering through the contents as she studied the result of

the shares in his hands and the various company under his

doing?", she asked,

on his seat. "No problem for now though there is need to increase their incentives", he commented lightly. Jessica nodded at his suggestion. "You can reach out to Richard, you should both draw

out into the cool night waiting for their cars to

she couldn't help but frown and then gradually walked over to her. Her smile laced with coldness. "Sister", she smirked with

club? Aren't you married, how come you leave your crippled...husband

her fist clenched. Risa smirked

she called with a mocking sweetness grabbing Jessica's hand "We know it must have been difficult for you to cope with a man who could not offer anything because he has lost all he has including his legs but that shouldn't make you come to the club in search of an —escort you know", she drawled deliberately

wanted to be a good girl and mind her business but Risa seem determined on provoking her tonight. Casting a side glance at her, she

still the Brown family daughter and your well being is still our priority", she sneered with faux sweetness

but internally she was seething with rage at the scornful remark and the familiar mockery she had always

much I will talk to Dad

for caring so much for a sister