Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: At the last second...

The car slowly pulled out of the Allen mansion, its windshield reflecting the golden hues of the rising sun.

Jessica took a deep breath as she plugged in her earbuds. She wanted to gather herself before she stepped into the Allen group.

She didn’t want to imagine how spectacular her arrival will be. Davis stretched his arm and gently pulled her into his embrace.

She accepted the gesture and rested her head against his chest in a comfortable position, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat serving as her only consolation.

"How many routes lead from the Allen mansion to our destination?" Jessica asked, her tone inquisitive.

"There are four routes," Ethan replied, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. "Two are congested with heavy traffic, one is in terrible condition, and the last is rarely used."

Jessica closed her eyes momentarily, her brow furrowing in silent contemplation. Her gut feeling is usually scary that she never ignores it.

It is usually as if there is another being always telling her things or making her feel things. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

When Ethan didn’t receive a response, he shrugged and refocused on his driving. Just as his thoughts began to drift, Jessica’s voice sliced through the silence.

"Take the fourth route," she instructed.

Ethan hesitated, glancing at the rearview mirror for Davis’s approval.

"Follow her instructions," Davis said without hesitation, sensing Ethan’s uncertainty.

Ethan was taken aback. The once headstrong Davis, who never accepted another’s opinion without questioning its authenticity, had yielded without resistance.

Jessica, though her eyes remained closed, felt Ethan’s lingering gaze. She could sense his silent question.

"Ethan, stay alert and steady. We’ll have company soon," she said, her voice calm yet firm. "The congested routes are riskier, but the lesser-used road gives us the advantage."

Ethan’s brows knitted together. "Understood." he said

Though he wanted to ask further but then his years of experience in working with Davis had taught him otherwise.

He still couldn’t shake his curiosity—how did she know?

"Slow down a bit, if possible—keep it at 25 km/h," Jessica continued. "Make it seem like the car has broken down and you’re trying to manage."

Ethan obeyed without question this time. There was no need to seek Davis’s approval, when it seems all of Jessica’s instruction will override.

Jessica turned to Davis, her lips curling slightly. "Are you ready?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Davis gave a faint nod.

Without another word, Jessica retrieved her phone and dialed a familiar number using her speed dial

"Send backup to my location. Now. I mean now," she commanded, her voice cold and unwavering.

"What’s going on? Are you under attack?" Richard’s voice came through, thick with concern.

"Stop asking questions and move it!" she snapped before ending the call.

Ethan stiffened at her sudden shift in tone.

Jessica’s gaze softened slightly as it landed on Davis. "No matter what happens, Ethan—keep him safe."

Ethan swallowed hard. "Got it."

Davis, however, was staring at her, disbelief etched on his face. He really wants to make out the identity. But

No—she had been hiding her true identity all along.

The morning light was warm and gentle disturbed only by the low hum of the engine. The road stretched ahead, empty—except for the oncoming threat.

Three super adventure motorcycles speeding toward them like silent wraiths in the night.

Jessica’s eyes snapped open, her gaze sharpening as she tracked their movement. The motorcycles’ headlights flickered erratically, their riders maneuvering aggressively.

This wasn’t a coincidence.

It was an ambush.

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