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?

hands trembling 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? A coincidence? Or

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

engine and resumed his journey, his senses now heightened, every

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

now a twisted mass of metal—its windows shattered, the front end crushed beyond recognition.

forced his voice to remain steady. "Officer, it’s been

initial investigation at the crash site. The evidence suggests a planned attack rather than

suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed sent a fresh wave

were no skid marks indicating an attempt to brake, and the impact pattern suggests the vehicle was

"Then where

"That’s what we’re working to uncover. No traces of blood inside the vehicle suggest they might have

still

there any

Davis Allen’s status and past conflicts, it wouldn’t be far-fetched to assume

a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. He didn’t want

his fingers drumming

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

his thoughts. 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 waiting for—the call he