Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 98: My mother is a Ravensdale

Richard pulled a chair and sat down, his expression calm, collected and indifferent. His gaze flickering as he watched Davis and Jessica with amusement in his eyes.

Davis’s hand instinctively tightened around Jessica’s, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of the discovery hitting him hard—she had saved him again.

Fifteen years ago, she had been his unexpected savior, and now, once again, fate had intertwined their paths.

It all made sense now —The familiarity, the unexplainable closeness he had felt towards her since their marriage must have streamed from his subconscious.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that life would give him such an opportunity, a second chance to reunite with the one person who had once been his light in the darkness.

"Have you both been well?" he asked glancing at their faces, his voice thick with several emotions swirling in his eyes—pain, shame, gratitude, and unbelievably ridiculous.

The question sounded foolish even to his own ears. The proof of their survival was right in front of him. They had made it—just as they had all those years ago when they had nothing but each other. And just like before, they had been his anchor and deliverance.

Jessica, however, was not so sentimental. Her gaze snapped to Richard, her eyes dark with accusation. Richard chuckled at her glare.

Jessica didn’t need to say it aloud—her glare said everything. He had failed to come up with the accurate results of his investigation about Davis because he has been the one investigating Davis’s whereabouts all along.

But then, none of them had complete information about each other back then.

Davis had never told them his real surname. He had taken on his mother’s maiden name, introducing himself as Dave Ravensdale.

At that time, he had left because he was worried his parents were desperately searching for him. But by the time he returned home to his parents, his world had already crumbled.

parents had been in a tragic accident on the very night he was kidnapped. They had fought

to take a drastic decision, he sent Davis out of the country immediately, to keep him away from the tragedy, creating a new

had lived in a foreign land. He was enrolled to further his studies. With his father gone, the old man needs to prepare him for

met Vera. A simple, innocent and charming young lady

from the same continent. At first, she had been nothing more than a fleeting presence in his life, a reminder of a home he

years, he had kept their relationship strictly in

had begun pressuring him. Settle down. Take

to make the Old man happy since he is the closest family to him. That gave rise to

background before, but the name Ravensdale

just a regular wealthy household—they were a mafia

about his name, but there was a

their daughter, who had vanished years ago. Some reports claimed she was dead. Others whispered that she had fled the

had been met

had been forced to stop looking—but he

studied Davis, her gaze unwavering, Richard could

pull her hand from Davis’s

you tell us your name was Ravensdale instead of Allen?" she finally asked, her

a hand through his hair before smirking slightly. "My mother is a Ravensdale." He replied curtly. His mother had always told him not to connect with them but now Davis doesn’t care

was never a

her gaze falling on Jessica. Jessica felt the slight tremor of his hand and

discomfort on his face. But Davis wouldn’t let her