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?

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

clenched his fists, forcing himself to steady his breathing. No, I can’t afford to

he restarted the engine and resumed his journey, his

the police station. He was promptly greeted by the station chief, who led him to the

twisted mass of metal—its windows shattered, the front end crushed beyond recognition. A cold chill ran

voice to remain steady. "Officer, it’s been more than 24 hours

as he studied Desmond. "Mr. Allen, we’ve conducted an initial investigation at the crash site. The evidence suggests a planned attack

repeated, his fingers curling into fists. He had suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed sent a fresh wave of unease coursing

marks indicating an attempt to brake, and the impact pattern suggests the vehicle was

where the hell

the vehicle suggest they might

Could Davis and Jessica still be

there any suspects?" He

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

of conflicting thoughts. He didn’t want to believe that Davis and Jessica had been taken, but the evidence

fingers drumming on the steering wheel as he settled into his car. He couldn’t find himself settling

the events of

With a sigh, he pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. The moment he saw the number, his heart plunged into the pit of

had been