Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 101: My Godfather is a Mafia

Your purpose?" he echoed staring at her in surprise. His heart clenched at her words. Her purpose. Was she still holding onto that reason? Was he the only one hoping for something more?

Davis felt his heart breaking into several pieces, his gaze boring into her to find a reason for her to utter such words. His breath hitched, his body feeling cold all over.

Jessica continuously observed his changing expression and countenance, she didn’t need to think to know what is going on in his head.

"What are you thinking?" She sneered. Her voice laced with amusement, her eyes twinkled with mischief.

Davis stared at her incredulously before averting his gaze. "Nothing." He murmured struggling to suppress the tremor in his voice.

Jessica’s lips curled into a smile. His gaze snapped back to her. "And now? If you don’t achieve your purpose, will you leave?"

Davis wasn’t concerned about why she had accepted the marriage—he cared about what came next.

He is not bothered about why she accepted the marriage but is more concerned about the future. His life seems to now revolve around her.

"My staying or leaving is all dependent on you. As much as I want to keep this marriage, should you wake up tomorrow and find the one you love I will adhere to my part of the agreement. Jessica smirked.

As much as she imagined such scenario, it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Davis frowned, his fingers tightening briefly. "Why use the Allen family when you have an organization as large as this?"

Richard chuckled, shaking his head. "Good question," he mused, then threw Jessica a knowing glance.

Jessica glared at him. "What’s so funny?"

"Oh, nothing," Richard said, biting back a smirk. "Just that the question itself is... amusing."

Jessica rolled her eyes before turning back to Davis. "It was a gift from my godfather, but using that identity comes with bigger risks that I am not prepared to handle". Her gaze ad

As if on cue, her phone vibrated on the table, disrupting the conversation. The caller ID made her sigh. "Here we go," she muttered before answering.

greeted, a mischievous smile

other end. "Who wants to be the

I

you off

me, and we’ll talk,"

from me? You married that Allen boy—the crippled brat—without even informing

temples. "Can you not be angry? That’s your son-in-law, you

know? Jessy, why do I get the feeling you’re protecting him

eyes. What a jealous godfather. "I wouldn’t dare," she

As long as you’re safe and strong, that’s what matters. I’ll

exchanging a few more pleasantries, the

for the interruption," she said, placing her phone

still processing the conversation, narrowed his eyes. "Back to

is mine, but I got it through gifting. My Godfather had willed the entire

his jaw. "And who exactly

widened, her eyes gleaming

she said

chuckled again, but this time, Davis

her mind drifting back to

forest. Searching for herbs, she had stumbled upon a

early that morning, her grandmother agreeing to let her visit the city with Richard and some friends—on the condition that

never been her strength, but she needed to make that trip to the city. It was the only way to confirm her application

heard muffled whispers and hushed movements. At first, she ignored them, but when she

lay sprawled across the dirt, battered beyond recognition,

Jessica hesitated.

help, even when

bent down beside the man. "Are they your family?" she

and calculating, but he remained

her basket. Carefully, she