Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 403

Chapter 403: You must pay the price...

Chapter 403: You must pay the price...

The night had been calm and peaceful for the citizens of Country Y, but just like the restless Davis, someone else wasn’t at peace and it was Sylas.

He didn’t expect that by the end of the day, those men still refused to come to him as he expected yet they wanted him to transfer the balance.

All in the name of keeping away from the Allen family security. Several thoughts raced through his mind.

"Was the Allen security team now powerful?

Why had as many as seven men who handled this job, none of them coming forth, not even for their balance?

Where exactly are they?

Do I really have to go to them?

How will the loose end be tied and this trail permanently erased if he couldn’t erase them himself.

Though he turned in for the night yet he was only pacing his bedroom furiously, his breath heaving so much that he doubted if he wouldn’t have a heart attack at this rate.

By the time he laid down, it was already three in the morning.

The room was silent, except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Sylas lay sprawled on his bed, exhaustion from the stress of the day pinning him like a lead weight.

He had managed only a few minutes of a restless sleep when the sudden vibration of his phone stirred him awake.

As he tried to shut his eyes, the phone buzzed again with its sharp shrill and insistent sound tearing through the night.

Groggily, Sylas dragged himself up, his head still heavy, eyelids drooping. He reached for the nightstand, the glow of the phone’s screen flashing against the dimness.

The ringtone continuously sliced through the stillness like a blade. He frowned as he glanced at the caller ID.

"Unknown number. At this hour?" He felt uneasy about the call, but then it might be important.

Sliding his finger across the screen to accept, he lifted the phone slowly to his ear.

"Hello?" His voice was hoarse, still thick with sleep and tiredness.

when he was about to hang up a voice spoke,

killed Maroon, Sylas."

his ear as though it was just informing him. His brow furrowed and

wasn’t a human voice. It was mechanical, distorted, each syllable

he demanded, though his tone

voice laughed, a flat, artificial sound, like laughter dragged through a

he wouldn’t stain his hands for you. Do

pulse hammering so hard. He didn’t like the fact that someone

spoken of that incident to anyone. It was supposed to have been buried,

whispered, though his throat was dry. The

Mr. Bruke, your longtime business opponent over a tender. You ordered him to prove his loyalty. But he refused. And so you made an example of him. It was

you remember the sound of his screams,

ever be

no one will

skin prickled

fingers trembled against the phone, his

he snapped, forcing strength into his voice.

lowered, colder,

the world...

Sylas could respond, the line cut off abruptly, leaving nothing but silence in his ear. He sat frozen, staring into the darkness, the echo of those words replaying in

again and a notification popped up on

only to see

new message. Against his better judgment, he swiped his thumb across the screen to

And froze.

with an image he never expected to see again

mutilated face of Maroon. His eyes were wide open,

something between a scream and a plea.

the phone with a strangled

onto the sheets, but the screen remained lit, the image

isn’t possible..." he muttered, pressing a trembling hand to his

Another notification. His hand, reluctant but compelled, reached out. He tapped the screen,

Another image appeared.

body. Twisted. Broken. The wounds glistened under a harsh light.

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