Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 88: Attack 1

The night was eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the distant rustle of leaves outside due to the night breeze.

The moon in its fullness adorned the night sky. Davis after several hours of battling with his thought had finally drifted into a restless sleep.

Jessica stirred from sleep and slowly opened her eyes after a gruesome nightmare that continually sent shivers down her spine.

They had been attacked by some unknown men, Davis had been brutally stabbed in several places, bleeding profusely and as much as she tried to control the blood flow, his life continuously slipped past her fingers leaving her flustered.

Despite waking up from the dream, Jessica still felt the intensity of the dream so real and raw that her body trembled continuously, her breathe coming in gasps while her senses tinglined with unease.

She quickly checked on Davis, "he is fine". She muttered under her breath but then her breathe ceased, her nerves tensed and her eyes widened as saucers at the sight before her.

A faint shadow flickered against the window, barely noticeable under the moonlight. The movement subtle, calm and quietly controlled—someone skilled, someone who knew how to blend into the darkness.

"It can’t be true that her dreams is about to come through", she mused. Her instincts since the evening screamed of danger.

Jessica’s gaze sharpened, her hands curled into a fist, her lips curving into a smirk. "Finally, they have made their move", she muttered under breathe.

"Davis, Davis", she called in a whisper close to his ears. She can’t let him sleep when she isn’t quite certain of the motive of the intruder.

around her patting her

finally rested on the window where a shadow is skillfully

and held her back. It is dangerous. I have an alarm system in the

need to silently find out who is involved. Don’t worry, I will take care of it", she

silently pushed himself up the bed and slide down. Slowly, he crawled to the position

slipped out of bed, her bare feet pressing soundlessly against the cold floor. She didn’t turn on the lights—there

positioning herself at an angle where

breathing slow and controlled.

click and a gloved hand pushed the window

the window and didn’t come in —Jessica has a sinking feeling that he is observing the situation outside to ensure nobody was alerted or else it might be a blood

their movements swift yet eerily

posture was

phantom blades towards the bed right at the position of Jessica

just here for her.

his head and as he made to turn around, she closed in on him stabbing him with the

around flinging his fist to the attacker but Jessica in a lightening

but they reacted fast, countering with a

iron grip. The intruder struggled, attempting to break free, but Jessica was

window barely illuminated the struggle, but Jessica could feel the raw strength and skill