Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 294

Chapter 294: I promised to stay safe...

Hearing her mutter that name, their eyes snapped to her, narrowing with shock and unease. For the first time, uncertainty bled into their confident expressions as they tried to comprehend who she truly was.

The identity of the Night Merchant was shrouded in mystery and wasn’t common knowledge. No one knew their faces. No one could track their movements. It wasn’t something anyone could simply uncover.

And more surprising is the fact, it has been identified by this simple woman and the woman had just subdued five trained assassins in her living room.

Yet here she stood totally calm, collected, and utterly unfazed. A far cry from the fragility they expected. She had handled their attack like a seasoned warrior.

Their hearts pounded, fear and uncertainty creeping in as they watched her. Thoughts raced in their minds:

"Who is she?"

"She isn’t simple."

"Mission failed."

Jessica’s eyes narrowed as the realization sank in. She had suspected their identities from the moment the attack began.

She had studied their movements closely, there was a sharpness to their movements, a calculated rhythm in their formation.

These weren’t common thugs.

Every strike, every blow, had purpose and lethality to eliminate the target. There was no doubt anymore. It wasn’t random violence; it was the work of trained operatives —Assassins

Now, with the mark she had uncovered —the crescent dagger tattoo behind their ears, the final puzzle piece clicked into place and her suspicions were confirmed. She knew exactly who they served.

Jessica stood upright, letting the weight of the realization settle over her. Her voice was low, laced with steely control.

"I have no quarrel with your boss," she said quietly, her tone cool and steady. "I haven’t crossed him. I haven’t offended him."

She stepped closer. "So why send trained experts after me?" Her voice dropped, low and dangerous. "What does he want?"

Silence.

Her anger stirred. Without hesitation, she raised the wire and slammed it down on one of their trembling hands.

A scream tore from his throat, fingers flailing as blood spurted from the torn flesh.

She spun toward another, grabbing his hand and clamping it down with slow pressure. He let out a muffled cry—the pain sharp and searing. And she wasn’t even using full force.

"I can do this all night," she warned. Her voice was a chilling whisper. "Talk... or I’ll start with your joints."

The room dropped into an eerie silence. Behind her, Deborah held her breath. The household staff remained frozen, wide-eyed, trembling as the scene unfolds.

Their hearts screamed denial yet in their minds, they scrambled for explanation:

"It’s a hallucination."

"Yes, It’s definitely a dream. She’s just a fragile lady."

"It has to be someone else."

"Madam is gentle. Refined. She wouldn’t—she couldn’t."

"There must be some mistake."

"Madam is kind and well-mannered—it has to be someone else."

But as they watched her unleash pain and fear, eyes sharp with fury, there was no denying the truth. And the blood on her hands and the violence she wrought told a different story.

She was not the woman they thought they knew. Silently, each made a decision. "Never cross her."

Just then, a loud screech of tires echoed from outside. Deborah alarmed rushed toward the door—but before she could reach it...

The front door burst open.

Everyone’s gaze snapped toward it. The tension heightening as they dread it to be another set of assassins.

Jessica turned, her muscles instinctively coiled ready to strike, but the moment her eyes recognized the man rushing toward her, her body faltered.

Davis stormed in like a tempest, eyes blazing. He crossed the room in seconds. "Jessica!"

Behind him, Ethan entered more quietly, his sharp gaze sweeping the room in stunned disbelief.

Jessica’s body faltered, her stance collapsing for the first time that night. The barbed wire slipped from her hand and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. The men closest to her scrambled away, terrified it might find their skin again.

Her cold gaze softened at the sight of Davis.

Her shoulders sagged.

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