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?

the wheel. He exhaled sharply, pulling over to the

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

brief pause to gather himself, he restarted the engine and resumed his journey, his senses now heightened, every shadow and

promptly greeted by the station chief, who led him

vehicle was now a twisted mass of metal—its windows shattered, the front end

to remain steady. "Officer, it’s been more than 24 hours since the incident.

we’ve conducted an initial investigation at the crash site. The evidence suggests a planned attack

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 forced

where the hell are

officer shook his head. "That’s what we’re working to uncover. No traces of blood inside the vehicle suggest they might have survived the crash. But

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

any

However, given Davis Allen’s status and past conflicts, it wouldn’t

heels and exited the station, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He didn’t want to believe that Davis and Jessica had been taken, but the

car, no blood traces, no bodies at the scene... yet they were missing. Ridiculous. He mused, his fingers drumming

For several minutes, he sat there, replaying the events of his drive to the station. The cars that

sigh, he pulled it out of his pocket and glanced

he had been waiting for—the call he