Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 262: Marcus Grant...

Davis stared at her pale face with concern. She had kept her composure intact while interrogating the culprit, but now he could finally see how exhausted she truly was. Gently, he pulled her into his embrace.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked, worried.

Jessica shook her head. It had taken every ounce of strength to remain in that room for so long. But she didn’t want him to have any regrets—she wanted this Chapter of their lives to be over.

She longed for her life to return to a time when she had nothing to worry about. The sooner she solved this riddle, the more relieved she would feel.

"Deborah prepared your favourite snacks for you before we left the house, do you mind having any?" He asked with concern, his gaze everly gently.

"Alright." She muttered. "What’s the time?" She asked.

Davis was busy arranging the snacks for her when Ethan quickly responded, "19:38 hours."

Jessica nodded. "The secret dungeon in Country Y is 120 kilometers from here. I think we need to head over and take a look. If possible, we’ll find Marcus Grant."

Davis’s hand froze, and Ethan’s breath hitched at her words, while her face remained expressionless.

"Babe, no. Let’s go back home. You need rest and you’re already stressed," Davis protested.

How could she be planning to invade a dungeon tonight without any preplanning? Wasn’t that a death wish?

Jessica smiled faintly. Returning home without achieving her goal would be troublesome—too many people were watching.

Raising her phone to her ear, she called the shadow guards. "Connect Team 2 for backup. Bring me my gear. The mission is infiltration," she said coldly.

Davis, sitting close to her, heard the cold gasp of the person on the other end of the call. But just when he thought the person would protest, they said the unthinkable: "Follow your orders."

Davis didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He couldn’t help but blame himself for being soft-hearted and allowing her to come with him.

Now he was afraid—afraid he might lose her tonight, afraid he might lose the unborn child growing within her.

Given the choice, he didn’t want to proceed with the investigation—not now, not anymore. He sighed lightly and handed the snack over to her.

Sensing his worry, Jessica reached for his hand. "Calm down. Nobody knows we’re coming, and it’s just for three hours," she explained quietly.

Davis pressed his throbbing brow, frustration etched on his face as he wrestled with the decision to move forward or return home.

~City Dungeon~

The hum of the car engine filled the silence as Jessica sat beside Davis, her hand gently resting on his.

tinted windows made it difficult to see the world outside,

simply tailored suit, while Jessica, now in

her hand didn’t escape Davis’s notice.

about this?" he asked, his voice low,

need to see

slowed as they reached the outskirts of the old district—a

ahead, half-swallowed by creeping vines and the

alert, checked credentials before

tense as the car descended into the hidden

the vehicle’s ventilation,

blanket folded beside him, draping it gently over

of driving, the group pulled up

car parked in

a nod, but his jaw tightened as the vehicle came to a stop. The dungeon wasn’t a place of rehabilitation—it was where secrets were buried and kept under lock

step. Moisture dripped from the ceilings, and a faint metallic

over her lower stomach as they passed the cells. She didn’t complain, but Davis motioned for

it gets

step back. I

them to one of the

men—aged, worn, and covered in the grime of forgotten

the sight of Davis and Jessica. One of them, a wiry man with scars along his

think we’d see your face again, Davis

for you, Thorn," Davis

each of the prisoners carefully, memorizing their faces. She had read the files, but nothing compared to seeing them in person—the

Davis said. "We know the attempt on my

what makes you think we’d

his wheelchair, eyes steely. "Because you’ve rotted here for years. And I can make sure

eyes, coughed. "The old man—he said no visitors.

closer. "What

at her with renewed interest. "You’re her, aren’t

"You knew my

the truth.

tighten around

Gave. You.

There were three names—Desmond... someone called Louis... and... someone inside

Davis exchanged