Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 294: I promised to stay safe...

Hearing her mutter that name, their eyes snapped to her, narrowing with shock and unease. For the first time, uncertainty bled into their confident expressions as they tried to comprehend who she truly was.

The identity of the Night Merchant was shrouded in mystery and wasn’t common knowledge. No one knew their faces. No one could track their movements. It wasn’t something anyone could simply uncover.

And more surprising is the fact, it has been identified by this simple woman and the woman had just subdued five trained assassins in her living room.

Yet here she stood totally calm, collected, and utterly unfazed. A far cry from the fragility they expected. She had handled their attack like a seasoned warrior.

Their hearts pounded, fear and uncertainty creeping in as they watched her. Thoughts raced in their minds:

"Who is she?"

"She isn’t simple."

"Mission failed."

Jessica’s eyes narrowed as the realization sank in. She had suspected their identities from the moment the attack began.

She had studied their movements closely, there was a sharpness to their movements, a calculated rhythm in their formation.

These weren’t common thugs.

Every strike, every blow, had purpose and lethality to eliminate the target. There was no doubt anymore. It wasn’t random violence; it was the work of trained operatives —Assassins

Now, with the mark she had uncovered —the crescent dagger tattoo behind their ears, the final puzzle piece clicked into place and her suspicions were confirmed. She knew exactly who they served.

Jessica stood upright, letting the weight of the realization settle over her. Her voice was low, laced with steely control.

"I have no quarrel with your boss," she said quietly, her tone cool and steady. "I haven’t crossed him. I haven’t offended him."

She stepped closer. "So why send trained experts after me?" Her voice dropped, low and dangerous. "What does he want?"

Silence.

Her anger stirred. Without hesitation, she raised the wire and slammed it down on one of their trembling hands.

A scream tore from his throat, fingers flailing as blood spurted from the torn flesh.

She spun toward another, grabbing his hand and clamping it down with slow pressure. He let out a muffled cry—the pain sharp and searing. And she wasn’t even using full force.

"I can do this all night," she warned. Her voice was a chilling whisper. "Talk... or I’ll start with your joints."

room dropped into an eerie silence. Behind her, Deborah held her breath. The household staff

yet in their minds,

"It’s a hallucination."

It’s definitely a dream.

to

is gentle. Refined. She wouldn’t—she

must be

well-mannered—it has to be

pain and fear, eyes sharp with fury, there was no denying the truth. And the blood on

they thought they knew. Silently, each

screech of tires echoed from outside. Deborah alarmed rushed

door burst

tension heightening as they dread it to be another set

but the moment her eyes recognized the man rushing

a tempest, eyes blazing. He crossed

more quietly, his sharp gaze sweeping the room in

collapsing for the first time that night. The barbed wire slipped from her hand and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. The men closest

gaze softened at the

Her shoulders sagged.

and overwhelming, washed over

was wrapped in his arms—his steps long, his grip tight, as though he might lose her if he

"Ouch," She winced faintly.

tremble, Davis slowed and loosened his grip, looking

to his chest. She felt his heart hammering wildly in his chest, his breath ragged with panic, his body

eyes. She felt warmth. She felt safe. Slowly, she caressed his back, the motion tender. She said nothing,

pain, and exhaustion she had pushed aside came rushing back Her eyes stung—but she blinked the tears

for battle, began to unravel. In his arms, her defenses

She didn’t know how many more

pregnancy

she felt the weight on her chest

wind and rush in like that?"

we really still talking about caution at this point?" he murmured. His

back, his eyes scanning her body—bloodstained. Bruises

gaze caught the bandaged arm, a frost crept into his

hands moved carefully over her clothes, checking the traces of blood—knowing some of it

the floor, writhing in pain then back at her. He didn’t need to