Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 94: You can’t sleep..

"Stay safe." Jessica’s voice continuously echoed in his head.

Davis’ fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms, his patience slipping faster than the seconds. His usually composed self was nowhere to be found, he was frustrated beyond recourse.

His gaze boring into Ethan, whose hand gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

"Ethan, what the hell do you think you’re doing?" Davis’ voice was low but menacing. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for her out there alone?"

Ethan swallowed hard but didn’t slow down. "Sir, I understood very well but she had a clear instructions she ordered me to—"

"To hell with her orders!" Davis snapped, slamming his fist on the door. "If anything happens to her, Ethan—" His voice, fear evident.

He felt his whole body drowning in regret and self blame.

"If I hadn’t wasted time drowning in despair... If I had just focused on recovering earlier...may be things would have been different," he mused gritting his teeth.

The thought of being unable to protect the one person who had stood by him, who had fought for him, was totally suffocating.

Last night, he had made the decision to revive all the units functioning under him immediately they returned to their own place but fate had another agenda.

Just a few hours, and they are under a well plotted attack. It seems that if Jessica had been in his life may be this time—he will lose his life for sure.

Then her voice came through the earpiece, faint and breathless.

"Davis, you won’t have Ethan’s head," she said, amusement laced in her words despite the situation. "Just be obedient. In an hour, you’ll see me."

Her voice wavered slightly. The background noise wasn’t lost on Davis—muffled voices, shuffling movements, a sharp intake of breath.

His chest tightened at the unimaginable. "Jessica," He screamed with suppressed groan, his voice hoarse. "Are you hurt?"

Silence.

way to the

then finally, a weak gasp

grip on the earpiece tightening. He had never

people respected him, feared him. Now, here he was, stuck in the backseat of a car, waiting

trembled as his thoughts spiraled out of control "What if she doesn’t come

since his accident, Davis

He prayed.

strength. Not for revenge —But for her,

again, light and teasing. "See you later." Then the line went

threat. It was

to the side mirrors. The convoy of cars flanking them in perfect formation was reassuring and

were professionals, their expressions cold, their eyes sharp as they

were shadow operatives, to crown

find out who she is or her past "How

glance at Davis through the rearview mirror. His boss was

into a fist on his lap told Ethan that Davis was barely holding it

car because he had locked the door

focus on the road. He wasn’t deaf to

didn’t hear her responses, but he knew something was wrong. She’s in

If it were up to him, he

of running away from any

firm line as he muttered under his breath, "Thank God it

had been Risa, she would have crumbled at the

in minutes. The safe route, the backup, even

not just capable.