Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: You can’t sleep..

"Stay safe." Jessica’s voice continuously echoed in his head.

Davis’ fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms, his patience slipping faster than the seconds. His usually composed self was nowhere to be found, he was frustrated beyond recourse.

His gaze boring into Ethan, whose hand gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

"Ethan, what the hell do you think you’re doing?" Davis’ voice was low but menacing. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for her out there alone?"

Ethan swallowed hard but didn’t slow down. "Sir, I understood very well but she had a clear instructions she ordered me to—"

"To hell with her orders!" Davis snapped, slamming his fist on the door. "If anything happens to her, Ethan—" His voice, fear evident.

He felt his whole body drowning in regret and self blame.

"If I hadn’t wasted time drowning in despair... If I had just focused on recovering earlier...may be things would have been different," he mused gritting his teeth.

The thought of being unable to protect the one person who had stood by him, who had fought for him, was totally suffocating.

Last night, he had made the decision to revive all the units functioning under him immediately they returned to their own place but fate had another agenda.

Just a few hours, and they are under a well plotted attack. It seems that if Jessica had been in his life may be this time—he will lose his life for sure.

Then her voice came through the earpiece, faint and breathless.

"Davis, you won’t have Ethan’s head," she said, amusement laced in her words despite the situation. "Just be obedient. In an hour, you’ll see me."

Her voice wavered slightly. The background noise wasn’t lost on Davis—muffled voices, shuffling movements, a sharp intake of breath.

His chest tightened at the unimaginable. "Jessica," He screamed with suppressed groan, his voice hoarse. "Are you hurt?"

Silence.

His breath hitched, his heart finding its way to the pit of his stomach, his fingers trembling "Jessica!"

Another pause, then finally, a weak gasp of breathe "I’m okay."

Davis closed his eyes, his grip on the earpiece tightening. He had never felt more useless than at this moment.

The memories of his past strength haunted him—when people respected him, feared him. Now, here he was, stuck in the backseat of a car, waiting for someone else— his wife to fight his battles.

His hands trembled as his thoughts spiraled out of control "What if she doesn’t come back?"

For the first time since his accident, Davis did something he hadn’t done in months.

He prayed.

Not to regain his strength. Not for revenge —But for her, for her safe return, for her well-being.

Her voice came on the device again, light and teasing. "See you later." Then the line went dead.

Ethan had never been this nervous all his life, he had never felt this great amount of threat. It was as though the perpretrator is fully prepared to wipe them from the face of the earth.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his eyes darting to the side mirrors. The convoy of cars flanking them in perfect formation was reassuring and intimidating.

The men inside the cars were professionals, their expressions cold, their eyes sharp as they scanned their surroundings.

They weren’t ordinary bodyguards—they were shadow operatives, to crown it all they were Jessica’s men. .

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