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.

he muttered, sending their exact location to the mansion. Whatever this was, he had a bad feeling. A trap, maybe. And if

reigned in luxury. The air was thick with 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

she belonged here. No one questioned her, no one glanced

Until someone noticed.

girl appeared at the stairwell, catching Jessica off-guard with a hand

girl asked, her

flinch. In one smooth motion, she sidestepped the girl’s grip and responded with a subtle counter, meeting

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

simply smiled—a radiant, disarming smile that belied the dagger-edge of her skills—and continued walking, the girl watching with a quiet

but Jessica’s presence had made

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

you been working here?" Jessica asked, looking directly into her eyes, searching for sincerity, for

with pain, reluctance, and a quiet kind of

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

her heart. What did this stranger want? Her hands

"Sit," Jessica said firmly.

obeyed, still uncertain but

swift sweep of the room, checking for cameras or listening devices. Finding none, she locked the door behind her. No one would

to the girl.

briefly, then looked away, her heart pounding so loudly it echoed in her ears. She didn’t know if this woman was going to hurt her or help her. All she knew was that she had never seen anyone with

if you want to live, and live a better

closed her eyes tightly, as if wrestling with herself. When she

"My name is

a small nod of approval. "Anna, I have just one

swallowed hard and