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?

against the wheel. He exhaled sharply, pulling over to the side of the road. His mind raced at

himself to steady his breathing. No,

restarted the engine and resumed his journey, his

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

car, his heart lurched. The once-luxurious vehicle was now a twisted mass of metal—its windows shattered, the front end crushed beyond recognition. A cold chill ran down

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

studied Desmond. "Mr. Allen, we’ve conducted an initial investigation at the

fingers curling into fists. He had suspected as much,

impact pattern suggests the vehicle was forced

"Then where the

traces of blood inside the vehicle suggest they might have survived the crash. But if that’s the case,

Davis and Jessica still be alive? And if so, who has

there any

pursuing several leads, but nothing concrete yet. However, given Davis Allen’s status and past conflicts, it

of conflicting thoughts. He didn’t

yet they were missing. Ridiculous. He mused, his fingers drumming on the steering

For several minutes, he sat there, replaying the events of his drive

he pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the caller ID. The moment

been waiting for—the call