Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 377: I’ll handle it my way...

In the pool, Bernice found herself losing her breath. Her body burned from the poison mixed with the sting of fuel that clung to the water.

Her lungs tightened with the crushing loss of oxygen. She swam desperately to the edge of the pool, fingers brushing salvation, but just as her hand gripped the tiles, her strength faltered. She slipped back into the depths with a splash.

Her consciousness blurred, slipping away like sand through open hands.

She stretched feebly toward Cassandra, but her mother could do nothing despite being at the edge of the pool because her own body was trembling, too weak to drag Bernice to safety.

"Jessica... you will pay for this. I will make sure of that," Bernice whispered, her voice broken, barely audible.

Cassandra’s head snapped toward Jessica. Droplets clung to Jessica’s clothes from the violent splash, but her cold expression was sharper than the water dripping down her dress.

"Do you want to get her killed?" Cassandra demanded.

"Why did you push her into the pool?"

"Jessica, you are heartless!"

"Has she done you any wrong? She only invited you here to settle your indifferences!"

Jessica’s lips curved into a slow, icy smirk. "Cassandra, aren’t you being biased?" she drawled, her tone steeped in mockery. "I never touched her. She jumped in herself."

Cassandra’s mouth opened to retort but then she felt a presence behind her and a shiver ran down her spine.

Slowly, she turned, and her eyes widened at the tall figure emerging from the shadows.

"No... no, it can’t be possible. He shouldn’t be here," she panicked, her breath quickening.

"He was at the banquet when I called her out. How... how could he be here now?" she murmured, hands trembling by her side.

Davis strode forward, every step deliberate and heavy with authority. His gaze

he scooped her effortlessly into his arms. The garden seemed to shrink

he cast a single, cold glance at

barely had time to gather herself when several young

she could comprehend what happened,

over the edges, the biting coldness of the water

air,grasping for something...anything at all but there

surged into her lungs as she gulped desperately for air. Her chest

of water and panic, her eyes found Bernice still clinging weakly to life, her body trembling, her gaze

His voice was like

resumed his footsteps, his eyes shifted to the woman in his

a long face. She fell so hard, the splash was impossible to

jaw tightened, his voice a low growl. "Just hope your grandmother

make any move without

feigning innocence. "Hey, didn’t we

her out," Davis snapped. "Does that agreement mean she should plot your death right in your maternal

like

down gently. "Take a bath

take it easy. We can handle this another way,

his eyes steel. "As long as the Santiagos give

scratching her head lightly. For once, she held

shut the

mine," Jessica muttered, exhaling as she headed for the bathroom in resignation. For

stay quiet. Bernice and Cassandra had crossed the line...far beyond mischief. They had plotted against

was no saint. She never forgave discreet plots against her, let alone blatant attempts scheme against her life and that of the old

hallway, Davis clenched his fist and dialed a number. His tone was