Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 163: Acquiring the Brown Group.

While Jessica stealthily left the lounge, Desmond and George was unaware that their hope of a trip to the other world of lust and satisfaction had been destroyed.

Yet it doesn’t just end there but they had no idea that the lady in waiting was one they wished dead yet had no idea their conversation had been recorded verbatim with every word, and every greedy plan, captured perfectly by the hidden device Jessica had planted subtly.

Jessica moved swiftly through the hallway, her pace steady and composed. Reaching the door where Anna hid, she tapped lightly, several times.

Slowly, the door creaked open with a quiet hesitation. Anna stood there, eyes wide, as Jessica slipped in. Without a word, they exchanged clothes again. Jessica quickly reverted to herself.

Jessica quietly adjusted her wears and subtly signaled her to lead the way. Anna having served in the club for some months had gotten acquainted and familiar with the routes and paths in the club.

She led Jessica through the back exit, careful not to attract attention of the staff who are deeply engrossed in their activities. Once outside, a black car waited. Jessica pushed the door open and gestured toward the car. .

"You take her somewhere safe to change and rest. I have other things to handle," Jessica instructed sharply to the man waiting by the vehicle and spurned on her heel taking the path leading to the main entrance where there stood another vehicle waiting for her.

Anna looked at her, unsure whether to cry or to kneel in gratitude. She opened her mouth to speak, but Jessica had already turned away.

Sliding into another waiting car, she leaned back against the seat, silent and brooding. The driver waited patiently for her instructions. "There is a car coming from behind." He said with caution.

Jessica looked back and sighed at the sight of the familiar car as it approached them with a controlled speed. Her mind replaying every word she had heard. She had wanted to pause her intention in taking down the Brown family . At times, she had even thought of letting her father go, thinking maybe, just maybe, he’d change.

But tonight had erased all hope. It had rather given her a new resolve to rethink about her options and choices.

go so far—not only for greed but to calculate and trade her like merchandise. That betrayal, more than anything else, had

the car slowed down beside them and honked twice,

eyes narrowing at the car before her, she knew the car so well even in her dreams. She took a deep breathe and glanced around to make sure she wasn’t being followed or watched. When she confirmed it was safe, she opened the

to move before she even got the

jaw was tight, his face cold and his gaze into the distance. He

asked quietly. No response. His silence was a quiet, simmering anger filling every corner of the car.

would be. But she wasn’t the type to wait in the corner while others fought her battles. She

road to their mansion, Jessica’ voice pierced through the silence. "I

at her, his fury barely restrained. "Jessica, are you dumb, or are you just pretending to be?"

dry, bitter chuckle as she stared at him, her eyes blazing with anger. "You know," she said,

really say whether I’m dumb or just acting. What I do know is that I can’t sit still while my life burns down. I need to deal with my problems and

of strategy, an alliance. She had tried to accept it. But finding out that her father had orchestrated it to trap her, to strip away everything her mother built and turn her into a pawn—it burned. It broke

still human but then she had come to discover she has been wrong all

unexpected instruction, her voice cold and icy. "Richard, in seventy-two hours, I want everything

didn’t flinch. "Drop me off here," she added again, her

to follow since Davis had not shown his

said stop the car!"

of what to do. Jessica’s fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles were white, her breath shallow

voice calm and

the car by the roadside,