Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 119: Didn’t you ask me to play?

Davis cast a sidelong glance at Jessica, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. He fully understood the implications of her words.

"Alright," he murmured, amusement flickering in his gaze. "It all depends on how you want to play."

Jessica arched a brow. "Are you serious? Davis Allen, you should be the one playing, not me. So tell me—how do you want to play?" There was a teasing lilt to her voice, but her eyes gleamed with interest.

Davis exhaled slowly, his expression darkening. After a brief pause, he turned to Jessica with a raised brow. "Can you lend me your men?"

Jessica’s smirk deepened. "And what will I get in return?" she teased.

Ethan had been off the board since his disappearance, leaving Davis with limited resources to handle this crisis. Employing Jessica’s men was the best option. The irony of it all amused him.

Davis leaned back, a rare glint of gratitude softening his gaze. "Having you on my side is already my greatest advantage."

Jessica chuckled, tossing a grape into her mouth as she regarded him thoughtfully. "So, what’s next?

Ethan, who stepped in, paused briefly at the doorway, his stomach tightening then he swallowed hard.

Watching Davis and Jessica discuss destruction like a casual game made his throat dry, he silently prayed for Desmond.

"Poor Desmond. He doesn’t even know what’s coming for him." He mused.

One of them is deadly enough, but together... he shuddered yet he couldn’t help it they are lethal.

Over the past few days, it was as if Davis had undergone a total transformation.

His renewed vigor, the razor-sharpness in his gaze, and his relentless focus cutting through everything unfolding like a blade as he kept tabs on everything happening could only surmise one thing —Davis had changed.

this before. It was like

toward Jessica, his

phone to him. ""I hope this play of yours

the deadliest one is right here?" Jessica

phone and dialed

voice came through

wary. "Wait... Davis?" He asked, his tone

to hear that voice, especially with Jessica’s

somewhere busy. But what truly stunned him was hearing Davis’s voice with her phone and

tone calm but firm. Though, he is asking but then she will eventually

exhaled. "Depends. What’s the

tapping lightly on the armrest. "Very simple," Davis said, his lips curling with

this press conference ends, another wave of rumors should hit the Allen Group—something strong enough to reverse the result of the press conference and plunge everything into chaos again." His voice was smooth, almost playful, but there was a dangerous glint

low whistle. "That’s a

didn’t waver. "Can you do it

Then Richard chuckled. "Of course. But I need solid

hour." He gave

glanced at Ethan. "Get

wiped an invisible bead of sweat from his forehead. "Yes, Boss." He hurried off, inwardly shaking his head. His Boss was getting scarier by

"What exactly are you planning?" Her voice was steady, but there was a spark of curiosity—and perhaps a hint of concern—in

knowing smile playing on his lips. "Didn’t you ask me to play?" His voice was

asked you to play, but I never

playground, do you still want to restrict how they play? Or would you rather play for me?" he

your face, I’m afraid the

returned with the laptop, his gaze darting between the two frightening individuals. Oh, they really are a couple. He sighed inwardly and wiped an imaginary tear for Desmond. It seemed everything had been working against him

it on immediately. In no time, his