Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 403

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.

For a second, there was nothing but static and just when he was about to hang up a voice spoke, and his heart failed.

"You killed Maroon, Sylas." The voice chimed.

The words slithered through his ear as though it was just informing him. His brow furrowed and the sleep already cleared from his eyes.

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

"What... who is this?" he demanded, though his tone faltered.

The voice laughed, a flat, artificial sound, like laughter dragged through a machine but to Sylas’s ears it was taunting.

"You killed your own man because he wouldn’t obey. Because he wouldn’t stain his hands for you. Do you remember how he begged?

Sylas’s hand tightened around the phone. His chest constricted, his pulse hammering so hard. He didn’t like the fact that someone knows about that incident.

He hadn’t spoken of that incident to anyone. It was supposed to have been buried, sealed in silence,

"You’re lying," Sylas whispered, though his throat was dry. The voice ignored him.

"You told him to kill 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 quite brutal.

Do you remember the sound of his screams, Sylas?

Do you think you could ever be free of his death?"

"That no one will know?"

Sylas swallowed hard, bile rising in his throat. His skin prickled as though a cold hand were trailing over him.

He couldn’t breathe properly. His fingers trembled against the phone, his knuckles whitening. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Who are you?" he snapped, forcing strength into his voice. "How do you know this?"

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