Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 161: Disguise...

The subordinates sat frozen, their hearts pounding with fear. Not because they doubted Jessica’s skills—far from it. They knew what she was capable of, but the mere thought of her stepping into danger sent a wave of dread crashing into their chests. If anything happened to her, they might as well dig their own graves. That was the silent law Davis and Elliot had etched into their minds.

Nothing must go wrong. Nothing.

It felt as though they weren’t just guarding a person but protecting the nation’s vault. Their nerves were stretched tight, and it showed on their faces—faces Jessica caught in a single glance.

She let out a long breath, shaking her head in amusement. "Since when did I become an over-pampered princess that even putting on a disguise is seen as a threat to national security?" she asked, sarcasm laced in her voice, a teasing smirk pulling at her lips.

Still, they didn’t respond.

"Can I at least see the girl’s picture?" she asked again, more softly this time.

Donne was the first to move, pulling up a photo on his phone and showing it to her. The girl—young, early twenties, same build, same skin tone—was a waitress, moonlighting as a call girl. Jessica studied the photo carefully. The resemblance was close enough, save for the hair and eye color. But those were minor issues. Nothing a wig and contact lenses couldn’t solve.

"You don’t have to worry," Jessica said, her voice suddenly calm, serious. "I’ll handle this. Just stay on standby in case things go south."

There was steel in her tone. The kind that made them step back despite their instincts screaming in protest.

Without another word, she began preparing herself. Calmly, she slid her earpiece into place, ensuring smooth communication with her team outside. Her recording pen was checked and tucked into her pocket. A compact defense kit—concealed blades, pepper spray, and shock rings—went into her bag with smooth precision. Everything was in place, just like always.

She glanced up once she was done and gave a small nod.

Then came the soft click of the car door opening.

Before they could react, she had already stepped out, her heels making no sound against the stone path leading to the club. She walked with confidence, each step calculated and graceful. As she approached the door, she made sure to avoid the CCTV’s line of sight, slipping into their blind spots with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times before.

At the door, she turned briefly, her gaze meeting that of her subordinates, and smiled—a dazzling, beautiful smile that didn’t reach her eyes. It sent a cold shiver down their spines. They knew that smile. That was Jessica in her true element—calm before the storm.

need backup. Now," he muttered, sending their exact location to the mansion. Whatever this was, he had a bad

the heavy scent of expensive cigars and top-shelf liquor. Multicolored lights danced across the ceiling, creating an illusion of night inside broad daylight. The club didn’t shy away from

one questioned her, no one glanced twice. She passed security, waiters, and guests unnoticed—an invisible storm wrapped in

Until someone noticed.

girl appeared at the stairwell, catching Jessica off-guard

the girl asked, her tone

sidestepped the girl’s grip and responded with a

the girl stepped back quickly and bowed slightly, her tone changing. "Forgive

that belied the dagger-edge of her skills—and continued walking, the girl

but Jessica’s presence had made one thing clear—she wasn’t

respect in the girl’s eyes, Jessica paused in her tracks. She turned slightly and beckoned her with a finger. The girl hurried over, her footsteps light, her movements quick. Jessica couldn’t help but wonder—how could someone

Jessica asked, looking directly into her eyes, searching for sincerity, for

and a quiet kind of resignation. It was the look of

from below. Her instincts kicked in immediately. She quickly scanned the hallway, then grabbed the girl gently by the arm and

her heart. What did this stranger want? Her hands trembled slightly, but before she could speak, Jessica’s icy

"Sit," Jessica said firmly.

uncertain but

devices. Finding none, she locked the door behind

the girl. "What’s

loudly it echoed in her ears. She didn’t know if this woman was going to hurt

and live a better life than this, you’ll do as I say. I promise I’ll help

closed her eyes tightly, as if wrestling with herself. When she opened them, they shimmered—not with fear,

"My name is

nod of approval.

hard