Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 125: You are Davis Allen

While they were chatting, a maid approached with a tray of drinks. Each of them picked a glass when the maid suddenly spoke up.

"Miss, your father just arrived."

Jessica’s head snapped toward the garden entrance. "Are you serious?" she asked, her brows knitting together as she turned to the maid, who gave a quick curtsy.

Before she could say another word, Old Elliot Raven stepped into the garden. He was dressed in a simple tracksuit and canvas shoes, exuding the energy of a much younger man. Despite his age, his presence carried a powerful aura—one that demanded respect.

Jessica immediately sprang to her feet, her emotions stirring at the sight of the one person who had always been her pillar. As she rushed toward him, they embraced warmly.

At that moment, the walls Jessica had built around herself crumbled. Everything she had endured, every wrong she had suffered, came rushing back, choking her with emotion. Her nose stung as she fought back tears.

Old Elliot patted her back gently, his voice low and soothing, meant for her ears alone.

"Why feel aggrieved when you have the Raven name at your disposal?"

"Why let them be when you’re unhappy with the outcome?"

"Alright, don’t cry. I’ll settle the score later for you, okay?"

Jessica nodded against his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of the only father figure she had ever truly acknowledged. "You don’t have to waste your time on them. I’ll be fine," she murmured.

She knew better than to make such a request. If Elliot Raven took action, it would not end with just a warning. The consequences would be severe—perhaps even catastrophic. The world was well aware that crossing the Ravens meant courting destruction.

pulled away, composing herself. From a distance, Richard approached them. His usually calm expression held a hint of

Raven," Richard greeted with a respectful

him, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "You’ve been by her side, yet you still allowed her to get hurt?"

the gravity of Elliot Raven’s words. If

Jessica quickly stepped in, leading Elliot toward

unconsciously clenching as he took

had always known Jessica to be strong—someone who carried herself with confidence and rarely showed vulnerability. But now,

dared not admit it aloud, but the

love her," he mused internally. "And I

to Davis. He studied

but there was an unmistakable tremor in it—one he quickly

unspoken passed

Davis responded, his tone clipped yet

His eyes flickered. There was a resemblance. Not just any resemblance, but one that reminded him of two

His mother. And Bella.

in his throat as the

he murmured under his

whereabouts. Every lead had gone cold. Every path he took to find her had ended in nothingness. Yet, now, standing before Elliot Raven,

remained silent, his gaze locked onto Davis with quiet intensity. He, too,

There was something unspoken between Davis and Elliot. She knew she had to ease the tension between them first before trying to make sense of anything

the two men, their features strikingly similar, as though they had been carved from the

the loss of his daughter. She had never wanted to be part of the Mafia world. Instead, she had left home, using her innate abilities to erase her tracks so thoroughly that no one had been able to find