Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Disguise...

The subordinates sat frozen, their hearts pounding with fear. Not because they doubted Jessica’s skills—far from it. They knew what she was capable of, but the mere thought of her stepping into danger sent a wave of dread crashing into their chests. If anything happened to her, they might as well dig their own graves. That was the silent law Davis and Elliot had etched into their minds.

Nothing must go wrong. Nothing.

It felt as though they weren’t just guarding a person but protecting the nation’s vault. Their nerves were stretched tight, and it showed on their faces—faces Jessica caught in a single glance.

She let out a long breath, shaking her head in amusement. "Since when did I become an over-pampered princess that even putting on a disguise is seen as a threat to national security?" she asked, sarcasm laced in her voice, a teasing smirk pulling at her lips.

Still, they didn’t respond.

"Can I at least see the girl’s picture?" she asked again, more softly this time.

Donne was the first to move, pulling up a photo on his phone and showing it to her. The girl—young, early twenties, same build, same skin tone—was a waitress, moonlighting as a call girl. Jessica studied the photo carefully. The resemblance was close enough, save for the hair and eye color. But those were minor issues. Nothing a wig and contact lenses couldn’t solve.

"You don’t have to worry," Jessica said, her voice suddenly calm, serious. "I’ll handle this. Just stay on standby in case things go south."

There was steel in her tone. The kind that made them step back despite their instincts screaming in protest.

Without another word, she began preparing herself. Calmly, she slid her earpiece into place, ensuring smooth communication with her team outside. Her recording pen was checked and tucked into her pocket. A compact defense kit—concealed blades, pepper spray, and shock rings—went into her bag with smooth precision. Everything was in place, just like always.

She glanced up once she was done and gave a small nod.

Then came the soft click of the car door opening.

Before they could react, she had already stepped out, her heels making no sound against the stone path leading to the club. She walked with confidence, each step calculated and graceful. As she approached the door, she made sure to avoid the CCTV’s line of sight, slipping into their blind spots with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times before.

At the door, she turned briefly, her gaze meeting that of her subordinates, and smiled—a dazzling, beautiful smile that didn’t reach her eyes. It sent a cold shiver down their spines. They knew that smile. That was Jessica in her true element—calm before the storm.

Donne clenched his jaw and quickly pulled out his phone. "We need backup. Now," he muttered, sending their exact location to the mansion. Whatever this was, he had a bad feeling. A trap, maybe. And if it was, Jessica was walking straight into it.

Inside the club, chaos reigned in luxury. The air was thick with the heavy scent of expensive cigars and top-shelf liquor. Multicolored lights danced across the ceiling, creating an illusion of night inside broad daylight. The club didn’t shy away from its reputation—"24 hours all night." And now Jessica understood why.

She didn’t pause. Her steps were steady and smooth as though she belonged here. No one questioned her, no one glanced twice. She passed security, waiters, and guests unnoticed—an invisible storm wrapped in grace.

Until someone noticed.

A girl appeared at the stairwell, catching Jessica off-guard with a hand around her wrist.

"You’re new here?" the girl asked, her tone sharp, testing.

Jessica didn’t flinch. In one smooth motion, she sidestepped the girl’s grip and responded with a subtle counter, meeting her strength without overreaching. The girl gasped, surprised at Jessica’s skill.

Realizing she had made a mistake, the girl stepped back quickly and bowed slightly, her tone changing. "Forgive me. I was only testing."

Jessica simply smiled—a radiant, disarming smile that belied the dagger-edge of her skills—and continued walking, the girl watching with a quiet nod of respect.

She hadn’t expected such strength here, but Jessica’s presence had made one thing clear—she wasn’t just another intruder.

Seeing the look of admiration and respect in the girl’s eyes, Jessica paused in her tracks. She turned slightly and beckoned her with a finger. The girl hurried over, her footsteps light, her movements quick. Jessica couldn’t help but wonder—how could someone so innocent, so fresh-faced, be working in such a dangerous and morally twisted place?

"How long have you been working here?" Jessica asked, looking directly into her eyes, searching for sincerity, for truth.

"Just two months," the girl replied, her voice soft and barely audible. Her eyes flickered with pain, reluctance, and a quiet kind of resignation. It was the look of someone who had given up fighting a long time ago.

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