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.

instinctively wrapped his arm around her patting her to sleep. "Wake up, danger", she

his gaze darting round the room and finally rested on the window where a shadow is skillfully prying the window sill

Davis said and held her back. It is dangerous. I have an

who is

arguing who can and who cannot. He silently pushed himself up the bed

out of bed, her bare feet pressing soundlessly against the cold floor. She didn’t turn on the lights—there was no need to alert the intruder that they had noticed

she tiptoed toward the backroom door, positioning herself at an angle where she could observe without being

and controlled. She had been

gloved hand pushed the

window and didn’t come in —Jessica has a sinking feeling that he is observing the situation outside to

with practiced ease, their movements swift yet eerily quiet. There

dressed entirely in black, his face obscured by a mask. His posture was predatory, and attention fixed on the

blades towards the bed right

they weren’t just here for her. They were after

made to turn around, she closed in

quickly spurned around flinging his fist to the attacker but

escaped them, but they reacted fast, countering with a swift jab toward

iron grip. The intruder struggled, attempting to break free, but Jessica was faster. Using her momentum, she swept his legs from beneath him, sending him crashing to the

barely illuminated the struggle, but Jessica could