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.

composing herself. From a distance, Richard approached them. His usually calm expression held a

greeted

side, yet you still allowed her to

spine straightening instinctively. He knew the gravity of Elliot Raven’s words. If he truly lost his

the tension, Jessica quickly stepped in, leading

watching, his fingers unconsciously clenching as he took

carried herself with confidence and rarely showed vulnerability. But now, seeing her openly expressing her pain to this man... it struck a chord deep

his thoughts swirling. He dared not admit it aloud,

mused internally. "And I never want to

attention to Davis. He studied him for

you are Davis Allen?" His voice was steady, but there was an

locked. For a brief second, something unspoken passed between

his tone clipped yet

strong features, the intensity in his gaze. His eyes flickered. There was a resemblance. Not just any resemblance, but one that reminded him of

His mother. And Bella.

caught in his throat as the realization struck him like a bolt of

murmured under

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

with quiet intensity. He, too, felt

Davis and Elliot. She knew she had to ease the tension between them first before

had been carved from the same mold. An idea

the Mafia world. Instead, she had left home, using her innate abilities