Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 88: Attack 1

Chapter 88: Attack 1

The night was eerily quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the distant rustle of leaves outside due to the night breeze.

The moon in its fullness adorned the night sky. Davis after several hours of battling with his thought had finally drifted into a restless sleep.

Jessica stirred from sleep and slowly opened her eyes after a gruesome nightmare that continually sent shivers down her spine.

They had been attacked by some unknown men, Davis had been brutally stabbed in several places, bleeding profusely and as much as she tried to control the blood flow, his life continuously slipped past her fingers leaving her flustered.

Despite waking up from the dream, Jessica still felt the intensity of the dream so real and raw that her body trembled continuously, her breathe coming in gasps while her senses tinglined with unease.

She quickly checked on Davis, "he is fine". She muttered under her breath but then her breathe ceased, her nerves tensed and her eyes widened as saucers at the sight before her.

A faint shadow flickered against the window, barely noticeable under the moonlight. The movement subtle, calm and quietly controlled—someone skilled, someone who knew how to blend into the darkness.

"It can’t be true that her dreams is about to come through", she mused. Her instincts since the evening screamed of danger.

Jessica’s gaze sharpened, her hands curled into a fist, her lips curving into a smirk. "Finally, they have made their move", she muttered under breathe.

"Davis, Davis", she called in a whisper close to his ears. She can’t let him sleep when she isn’t quite certain of the motive of the intruder.

Davis stirred and instinctively wrapped his arm around her patting her to sleep. "Wake up, danger", she whispered.

Davis eyes flew open, his gaze darting round the room and finally rested on the window where a shadow is skillfully prying the window sill without any noise.

"You can’t go," Davis said and held her back. It is dangerous. I have an alarm system in the room.

"No, don’t trigger the alarm system. We need to silently find out who is involved. Don’t worry, I will take care of it", she assured.

Davis knew there’s no time to waste arguing who can and who cannot. He silently pushed himself up the bed and slide down. Slowly, he crawled to the position of his wheelchair and settled in.

While Jessica without a sound, slipped out of bed, her bare feet pressing soundlessly against the cold floor. She didn’t turn on the lights—there was no need to alert the intruder that they had noticed them.

Instead, she tiptoed toward the backroom door, positioning herself at an angle where she could observe without being seen.

Her heart beating steadily, her breathing slow and controlled. She had been waiting for this moment.

The window latch gave the faintest click and a gloved hand pushed the window open inch by inch, carefully and methodical.

One of them hanged outside the window and didn’t come in —Jessica has a sinking feeling that he is observing the situation outside to ensure nobody was alerted or else it might be a blood bath.

Then, a figure slipped inside with practiced ease, their movements swift yet eerily quiet. There is no doubt he is skilled.

He was dressed entirely in black, his face obscured by a mask. His posture was predatory, and attention fixed on the bed where Davis and Jessica are supposed to lay.

With practiced precision, he flicked a set of phantom blades towards the bed right at the position of Jessica and Davis body.

Jessica’s eyes darkened. So, they weren’t just here for her. They were after Davis too.

She didn’t hesitate, from the shadows she struck the back of his head and as he made to turn around, she closed in on him stabbing him with the dagger she had taken earlier.

The man felt his hand briefly paralyzed from pain, he quickly spurned around flinging his fist to the attacker but Jessica in a lightening speed twisted it sharply.

A muffled grunt of pain escaped them, but they reacted fast, countering with a swift jab toward her ribs.

She dodged effortlessly, quickly pivoted to lock his arm behind their back with an iron grip. The intruder struggled, attempting to break free, but Jessica was faster. Using her momentum, she swept his legs from beneath him, sending him crashing to the floor with a heavy thud.

The dim light from the window barely illuminated the struggle, but Jessica could feel the raw strength and skill in the intruder’s movements.

He isn’t an ordinary thug—whoever sent him had chosen a skilled assassin. That means "they wanted their life and will stop at nothing to get it." Jessica shivered at the thought.

Without giving him a chance to recover, she pressed her knee against his back, twisting his wrist further while pressing down his stabbed shoulder until he hissed in pain.

The one outside the window noticed the fracas and jumped in planning to attack Jessica but Davis who had been on the watch out for him skillfully threw a dagger at him embedding into his left chest.

Blood gushed forth in torrents and with a fluid motion he pulled it out and exited through the window. .

"Who sent you?" Jessica asked not expecting an answer from him. During the course of their combat she had tested their strength, he isn’t simple.

The assassin remained silent, attempting to maneuver out of her grip. Jessica anticipated his next move.

Just as he shifted, she twisted his wrist harder, forcing him to drop the knife he had been trying to pull from his belt.

The weapon clattered against the floor. Jessica swiftly picked it up as a weapon.

The assassin suddenly bucked, using an extra force he managed to throw her off balance.

Jessica rolled with the motion, springing back onto her feet just as he lunged at her again with another blade.

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