Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 109

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Chapter 109: Are my answerable to you

Desmond could’t believe he is under the surveillance of anyone but then who is targeting him? That remained a puzzle and looking at the cars and motorcycles following behind him.

He quickly made a decision, as he approached the intersection ahead he slowed lightly and diverted to another lane, hoping to shake them off. But just as he glanced at the rearview mirror again, his pulse spiked—aside from the two cars tailing him, a set of motorcycles had now joined the pursuit.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. This wasn’t a coincidence.

Who were they? And what did they want?

Desmond’s heart pounded, his grip on the steering wheel tighter, his instincts screaming that something was off. Without wasting another second, he pressed the Bluetooth dial.

"Ray, get me a backup team. It seems I’m being followed," he instructed urgently.

On the other end, Ray responded swiftly. "Got it. Stay on the move. We’ll track your location."

Desmond kept his eyes locked on the rearview mirror, his pulse racing as the cars and bikes advanced. But then just as his mind braced for a potential attack they executed a swift formation and drove past him.

His brows furrowed. What the hell was that?

Were they merely testing him? Sending a warning? Or was something far more dangerous at play?

After they zoomed past, Desmond’s heart continued to pound erratically, his hands trembling slightly against the wheel. He exhaled sharply, pulling over to the side of the road. His mind raced at the possible implications. Was that a warning? A coincidence? Or something worse?

He clenched his fists, forcing himself to steady his breathing. No, I can’t afford to lose my composure now.

After a brief pause to gather himself, he restarted the engine and resumed his journey, his senses now heightened, every shadow and movement under scrutiny.

After several minutes, Desmond pulled into the police station. He was promptly greeted by the station chief, who led him to the recovered vehicle.

The moment Desmond laid eyes on the wrecked car, his heart lurched. The once-luxurious vehicle was now a twisted mass of metal—its windows shattered, the front end crushed beyond recognition. A cold chill ran down his spine as his mind raced. What really happened? Where are they?

Turning to the officer, he forced his voice to remain steady. "Officer, it’s been more than 24 hours since the incident. Have there been any new developments?"

The officer sighed, crossing his arms as he studied Desmond. "Mr. Allen, we’ve conducted an initial investigation at the crash site. The evidence suggests a planned attack rather than an accident."

Desmond’s expression darkened. "Planned?" He repeated, his fingers curling into fists. He had suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed sent a fresh wave of unease coursing through him.

The officer nodded. "There were no skid marks indicating an attempt to brake, and the impact pattern suggests the vehicle was forced off the road. However, what’s even more concerning is that there were no bodies found at the scene."