Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 101: My Godfather is a Mafia

Chapter 101: My Godfather is a Mafia

Your purpose?" he echoed staring at her in surprise. His heart clenched at her words. Her purpose. Was she still holding onto that reason? Was he the only one hoping for something more?

Davis felt his heart breaking into several pieces, his gaze boring into her to find a reason for her to utter such words. His breath hitched, his body feeling cold all over.

Jessica continuously observed his changing expression and countenance, she didn’t need to think to know what is going on in his head.

"What are you thinking?" She sneered. Her voice laced with amusement, her eyes twinkled with mischief.

Davis stared at her incredulously before averting his gaze. "Nothing." He murmured struggling to suppress the tremor in his voice.

Jessica’s lips curled into a smile. His gaze snapped back to her. "And now? If you don’t achieve your purpose, will you leave?"

Davis wasn’t concerned about why she had accepted the marriage—he cared about what came next.

He is not bothered about why she accepted the marriage but is more concerned about the future. His life seems to now revolve around her.

"My staying or leaving is all dependent on you. As much as I want to keep this marriage, should you wake up tomorrow and find the one you love I will adhere to my part of the agreement. Jessica smirked.

As much as she imagined such scenario, it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Davis frowned, his fingers tightening briefly. "Why use the Allen family when you have an organization as large as this?"

Richard chuckled, shaking his head. "Good question," he mused, then threw Jessica a knowing glance.

Jessica glared at him. "What’s so funny?"

"Oh, nothing," Richard said, biting back a smirk. "Just that the question itself is... amusing."

Jessica rolled her eyes before turning back to Davis. "It was a gift from my godfather, but using that identity comes with bigger risks that I am not prepared to handle". Her gaze ad

As if on cue, her phone vibrated on the table, disrupting the conversation. The caller ID made her sigh. "Here we go," she muttered before answering.

Dad," she greeted, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips.

A gruff voice boomed from the other end. "Who wants to be the father of a dead girl?"

Jessica chuckled. "Am I dead and talking?"

The man huffed. "Who pissed you off enough to make such a reckless move?"

"Come visit me, and we’ll talk," she suggested.

"Visit? You mean after you hid your marriage from me? You married that Allen boy—the crippled brat—without even informing me?"

Jessica sighed, rubbing her temples. "Can you not be angry? That’s your son-in-law, you know?"

Oh, is he? Does he know? Jessy, why do I get the feeling you’re protecting him over me now?"

Jessica rolled her eyes. What a jealous godfather. "I wouldn’t dare," she teased.

The man chuckled. "Alright, alright. As long as you’re safe and strong, that’s what matters. I’ll visit soon."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the call ended.

"Sorry for the interruption," she said, placing her phone back on the table.

Davis, still processing the conversation, narrowed his eyes. "Back to your point. This organization—this entire structure—isn’t just yours?"

Jessica smirked, leaning forward. "It is mine, but I got it through gifting. My Godfather had willed the entire complex to me ", a faint smile. the man who just called you a ’crippled brat’".

Davis clenched his jaw. "And who exactly is he?"

Jessica’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with something between mischief and nostalgia.

"Elliot Raven," she said simply.

Richard chuckled again, but this time, Davis wasn’t amused.

Jessica sighed, her mind drifting back to the past.

She had met Elliot years ago, on a fateful day in the forest. Searching for herbs, she had stumbled upon a battered man, bleeding and barely conscious.

She left home early that morning, her grandmother agreeing to let her visit the city with Richard and some friends—on the condition that she picked three baskets of medicinal herbs before noon.

Herb-picking had never been her strength, but she needed to make that trip to the city. It was the only way to confirm her application to the State University.

As she ventured deep into the forest, she heard muffled whispers and hushed movements. At first, she ignored them, but when she reached a narrow path along the hillside, her breath hitched.

A middle-aged man lay sprawled across the dirt, battered beyond recognition, blood seeping from his wounds.

Jessica hesitated.

Her grandmother had always told her to help, even when it seemed the person didn’t deserve it.

She bent down beside the man. "Are they your family?" she asked softly.

The man’s gaze was cold and calculating, but he remained silent.

Jessica sighed, plucking several medicinal leaves from her basket. Carefully, she stopped his bleeding before tending to his wounds.

The man studied her with keen interest—the precision of her movements, her unwavering focus, her confidence.

"You’re skilled," he finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

Jessica shrugged. "I learned from my grandmother."

A moment of silence passed before he smirked. "Little girl, I don’t have a place to stay. Do you mind if I go home with you?"

Jessica blinked. "I live with my grandmother. How do you think she’d feel if I brought home a stranger?"

But as she continued on her way, the man followed her.

That was how Elliot Raven had entered her life.

Jessica snapped out of her reverie, turning her gaze back to Davis.

"So, what are you saying?" Davis asked, his voice measured.

She smirked. "I’m saying...that .my Godfather is a Mafia.And I went through tough rigorous training under his care."

Davis’s mind spiraled as Jessica’s words sank in. Rigorous training? Under a Mafia boss? His fist clenched. There is only one answer to that "she is a trained Mafian."

"You—" He exhaled sharply. "You trained under Elliot Raven?" He asked.

Jessica leaned back, arms crossed, her smirk unwavering. "For years," she said casually.

Now, it made sense why she had such fighting and planning skill. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she commands a war ship tomorrow.

"What other skills?" He mused.

He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Just as he was struggling to process everything, Jessica dropped a file onto the table.

"Take a close look at this," she smirked. "I believe it will clear your doubts and answer your questions about events going on in the Allen group and things you need to know"

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