Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

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

Maroon, Sylas." The voice

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

voice. It was mechanical, distorted, each syllable

who is this?" he

laughed, a flat, artificial sound, like laughter dragged through a machine but to

he wouldn’t obey. Because he wouldn’t stain his hands for you. Do you remember

tightened around the phone. His chest constricted, his pulse hammering so hard. He didn’t like the fact that

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

whispered, though his throat was

a tender. You ordered him to

sound of

you think you could ever be free of

one will

hard, bile rising in his throat. His skin prickled as though a cold hand

breathe properly. His fingers trembled against

into his voice. "How do you

voice lowered, colder,

so will the

in his ear. He sat frozen, staring into the darkness, the echo

again and a notification

exhaled shakily, lowering the phone, only to see his screen light up

judgment, he swiped his

And froze.

screen filled instantly with an image he never

were

and a

the phone with a

remained lit, the image still glaring up at him. His

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

reluctant but compelled, reached

Another image appeared.

a harsh light. His chest was torn open, his hands clawed in a