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.

see the world outside, but

dark, simply tailored suit, while Jessica, now in jeans

didn’t escape Davis’s notice. He turned to her,

sure about this?" he asked,

need to

the outskirts of the old district—a part of

loomed ahead, half-swallowed by creeping vines

armed and alert, checked credentials

grew tense as the car descended into the

air began to seep through the

him, draping it gently over her lap.

the group pulled up at the front

instruction, the car parked in the

dungeon wasn’t a place of rehabilitation—it was where secrets were

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

a hand over her lower stomach as they passed

it gets too

step back. I promise," she

of the

worn, and covered in

the sight of Davis and Jessica. One of them, a wiry man

your face

same for you, Thorn," Davis replied

files, but nothing compared to seeing them in

names of the others involved," Davis said. "We know the attempt on my parents’ lives wasn’t orchestrated by mere thieves.

what makes you think we’d

you’ve rotted here for years. And I

old man—he said no visitors. That no one would

stepped closer.

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

skipped. "You

scorched the ones trying to smother the truth. She

tighten around the handle of

You. The

"It wasn’t just one person. There were three names—Desmond...

and Davis exchanged a