Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 146: The Santiagos

As the car made its way home, Jessica’s thoughts were tangled. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her mind. She had to plot out her next steps carefully, figuring out how best to handle the mood and the timing.

Then, a thought came to her mind —dinner. A casual setting. Everyone would be home, and she could ease into the conversation.

She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed Bella’s number. It rang just once before Bella picked up.

"Hello?" Bella’s voice sounded distracted.

"Bella," Jessica said, keeping her tone neutral, "Come home early tonight. We need are having dinner together"

Bella raised an eyebrow. Jessica was never one to call people home without a reason. She tried to dig for more details, but Jessica wasn’t budging. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"Just come home," Jessica replied, her voice firm. "We’ll talk later."

Bella, though curious, didn’t push it further. Who was she to question her elder sister?

Next, Jessica called Ethan. He had been discreetly sent back to keep a close eyes on situations outside.

Though he had began to treat this place as home, because the place he called home had never treated him like one but here he felt alive and at home.

But when he saw Jessica’s name on his phone, he picked up, surprised. "Ethan, come back home. We need everyone here for dinner," Jessica instructed.

dinner when they have

He had seen their kindness, their warmth and wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to chat, laugh and

had been managing the household in

on the business side of things. When Jessica called, he simply agreed, his mind already back

for her. He had no idea what was going on, but he could tell something was up by the

questions, though. He could feel her emotions swirling, and whatever it was, he knew it was important. He pulled her in for a

alright?" Davis asked gently as

nodding. "I’m

give instructions to the chef. She wanted everything to be perfect for dinner. The food had to be just right for the conversation she was about to have. The staff

Jessica and Davis went to their bedroom. She sank into the couch, her mind still racing,

the man on

the dean said. His voice was steady, but Jessica could

her subordinates, always planned and executed without anyone knowing her identity. No one ever saw her face. But for someone

she asked, though she already had

answered, his voice casual but

There were three families that no one dared cross: the Santiagos, the Ravensdales, and the Allens. The

to be involved with the Santiago family. She

asked, though she

it wasn’t a real option. "But I wouldn’t advise it. The Santiagos are not people you can turn

this was more than just a simple medical case—it was a web of