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.

herself. From a distance, Richard

greeted with a respectful

been by her side, yet you still allowed her to get hurt?" His tone was laced with quiet

of Elliot Raven’s words. If he truly lost his temper, the consequences wouldn’t be

Jessica quickly stepped in, leading

fingers unconsciously clenching as he took in the

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

his thoughts swirling. He dared not admit it aloud, but

"And I never want to see

attention to Davis. He studied him for a moment before

steady, but

For a brief second, something unspoken passed between them. A strange, inexplicable sense of

am," Davis responded, his tone clipped

intensity in his gaze. His eyes flickered. There

His mother. And Bella.

breath caught in his throat as the

under his breath,

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

with quiet intensity.

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

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

Instead, she had left home, using her innate abilities to erase her tracks so thoroughly