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.

a mischievous smile

end. "Who wants to be the father of

"Am I

man huffed. "Who pissed you off enough to make such a

and

your marriage from me? You married that Allen boy—the crippled

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

he know? Jessy, why do I get the feeling

rolled her eyes. What a jealous godfather. "I wouldn’t

chuckled. "Alright, alright. As long as you’re

more pleasantries, the call

interruption," she said, placing her

the conversation, narrowed his eyes. "Back to your point. This

I got it through gifting. My Godfather had willed the entire complex to me ", a faint smile. the man who just called you a ’crippled

clenched his jaw. "And

widened, her eyes gleaming

she

chuckled again, but this time, Davis

her mind drifting

Searching for herbs, she had stumbled upon a battered man, bleeding and barely

the city with Richard and some friends—on the condition that

needed to make that trip to the city. It was the only

the forest, she heard muffled whispers and hushed movements. At first,

man lay sprawled across the dirt, battered beyond recognition, blood seeping

Jessica hesitated.

even when it seemed the person didn’t deserve

the man. "Are they your family?" she asked

and calculating, but

several medicinal leaves from her basket. Carefully, she stopped