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.

windows made it difficult to see the world outside, but

while Jessica, now in jeans and an off-white polo, looked

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

he asked, his voice

her gaze fixed ahead. "I need to see him.

slowed as they reached the outskirts of the old district—a part of the city few

iron gate loomed ahead, half-swallowed by creeping

armed and alert, checked credentials before waving the

as the car descended into the hidden underground

to seep through the vehicle’s ventilation,

the blanket folded beside him, draping it gently over her lap. "Thanks," she

of driving, the group pulled

and instruction, the car

to a stop. The dungeon wasn’t a place of rehabilitation—it was where secrets were buried and kept

every step. Moisture dripped from the

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

it gets too

back. I promise," she

to one of the

bars sat three men—aged, worn, and covered in the grime of

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

think we’d see your face

for you, Thorn," Davis

files, but nothing compared to seeing them

said. "We know the attempt on my parents’ lives wasn’t orchestrated by

smirked. "And what makes you think we’d talk

forward slightly in his wheelchair, eyes steely. "Because you’ve rotted here for years. And I can

eyes, coughed. "The old man—he said no visitors. That no one would come. Said the

closer. "What

with renewed interest. "You’re her, aren’t you? Brown’s daughter. Hah, just like your mother...

"You knew my

to smother the truth. She died for

around

Who. Gave. You. The orders?" Davis

the milky-eyed man mumbled, "It wasn’t just one person. There were three names—Desmond... someone called Louis...

and Davis