Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 109: Are my answerable to you

Desmond could’t believe he is under the surveillance of anyone but then who is targeting him? That remained a puzzle and looking at the cars and motorcycles following behind him.

He quickly made a decision, as he approached the intersection ahead he slowed lightly and diverted to another lane, hoping to shake them off. But just as he glanced at the rearview mirror again, his pulse spiked—aside from the two cars tailing him, a set of motorcycles had now joined the pursuit.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. This wasn’t a coincidence.

Who were they? And what did they want?

Desmond’s heart pounded, his grip on the steering wheel tighter, his instincts screaming that something was off. Without wasting another second, he pressed the Bluetooth dial.

"Ray, get me a backup team. It seems I’m being followed," he instructed urgently.

On the other end, Ray responded swiftly. "Got it. Stay on the move. We’ll track your location."

Desmond kept his eyes locked on the rearview mirror, his pulse racing as the cars and bikes advanced. But then just as his mind braced for a potential attack they executed a swift formation and drove past him.

His brows furrowed. What the hell was that?

Were they merely testing him? Sending a warning? Or was something far more dangerous at play?

wheel. He exhaled sharply, pulling over to the side of the road. His mind raced at the possible implications. Was that a warning? A

breathing. No, I can’t afford to lose

to gather himself, he restarted the engine and resumed his journey, his

was promptly greeted by

metal—its windows shattered, the front end crushed beyond recognition. A cold chill ran down his spine as his mind raced. What really happened? Where

the officer, he forced his voice to remain steady. "Officer, it’s been more than 24 hours since

sighed, crossing his arms as he studied Desmond. "Mr. Allen, we’ve conducted an initial investigation at

fingers curling into fists. He had suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed sent a fresh wave

officer nodded. "There were no skid marks indicating an attempt to brake, and the impact pattern suggests the vehicle was forced off the road. However, what’s even more concerning is that there

"Then where

to uncover. No traces of blood inside the vehicle suggest they might have survived the crash. But if that’s the

mind raced. Could Davis and Jessica still be alive? And

there any suspects?"

pursuing several leads, but nothing concrete yet. However, given Davis Allen’s status and past conflicts, it wouldn’t be far-fetched to assume foul play from someone

the station chief for a while, Desmond spun on his heels and exited the station, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He didn’t want to believe that Davis and Jessica

they were missing. Ridiculous. He mused, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel as he settled into his car. He couldn’t find himself settling down

the incident that happened earlier. For several minutes, he sat there, replaying the events of his drive to the station. The cars that tailed me... was it just a warning?

he pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at

call he had been waiting for—the