Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 89: Attack 2

Jessica rolled with the motion, springing back onto her feet just as he lunged at her again with another blade.

Jessica’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the blade. She sidestepped, her body fluid as water, and in a split second, she struck—her palm slicing across his wrist, knocking the blade from his grasp.

Before he could react, her knee shot up, slamming into his ribs. A sickening crunch echoed in the silent room as the assassin stumbled, blood trickling from the corner of his lips.

Jessica dare not relent. She spun around and delivered a kick to his shoulder, sending him crashing into the nightstand. The wooden structure shattered under his weight, and he groaned, struggling to push himself up.

Davis swiftly rotated the wheelchair punching him hard in the face before he crashed down, his nose broke and he spurned the wheelchair again picking the bedside lamp, he smashed it on his head.

Jessica took a cautious step forward, ready to finish this. But in a last desperate move, the assassin flicked his wrist, sending a concealed dagger flying toward her.

She barely managed to dodge, the blade grazing past her shoulder. The sharp sting of the blade drew blood on her skin.

But the assassin used this distraction to his advantage. In a swift motion, he dove toward the window, crashing through the glass with a shattering explosion of shards.

Jessica lunged after him, but by the time she reached the broken window, all she saw was a dark figure disappearing into the night, leaving a trail of blood behind.

Jessica cursed under her breath, slowly she walked back to the bed. Breathing heavily, she pressed a hand to her shoulder, feeling the warm trickle of blood running down her shoulde.l60r due to the wound from the throw.

Behind her, she heard movement. Turning, she saw Davis staring at her, his eyes filled with worry and concern.

"Jessica..." His voice was laced with unease. He wheeled closer, his hands already reaching to check her for injuries.

allowing him to inspect

jaw clenched as he stared at the broken window.

her fingers tracing the spot where the assassin’s blood had smeared against the

the beginning of something more disastrous like this happening." She

gaze darkened. "We need to find out

dangerous. "We will. Before then, we need to re-plan for the

in the room. Davis had his suspicion of who the caller might be. Both glanced at each other and agreed tactically to keep the situation at away from

as her gaze quickly scanned

the door, Ethan felt his

the medicine kit and began applying treatment to Jessica’s arm.

occurred to him that a person could pull

as they quickly and

~Vera’s room~

man kneeling before her. Her chest heaved with anger, her breath coming in sharp bursts. She had been waiting for good news—for confirmation that Jessica

instead, the man knelt before her, his head

the planning, all the effort, you failed?" Her voice was dangerously low, each word

didn’t dare look up. "She... she wasn’t what we expected," he admitted, his voice shaking slightly.

eyes. Skilled? How? She is just from the countryside. What skills can she know? That

Jessica was nothing more than a lucky fool—someone who had stumbled into the Allen

chin harshly, forcing him to look up. Blood dripped from his lip where

that after everything and arrangement you failed