Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 89: Attack 2

Chapter 89: Attack 2

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

Jessica’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the blade. She sidestepped, her body fluid as water, and in a split second, she struck—her palm slicing across his wrist, knocking the blade from his grasp.

Before he could react, her knee shot up, slamming into his ribs. A sickening crunch echoed in the silent room as the assassin stumbled, blood trickling from the corner of his lips.

Jessica dare not relent. She spun around and delivered a kick to his shoulder, sending him crashing into the nightstand. The wooden structure shattered under his weight, and he groaned, struggling to push himself up.

Davis swiftly rotated the wheelchair punching him hard in the face before he crashed down, his nose broke and he spurned the wheelchair again picking the bedside lamp, he smashed it on his head.

Jessica took a cautious step forward, ready to finish this. But in a last desperate move, the assassin flicked his wrist, sending a concealed dagger flying toward her.

She barely managed to dodge, the blade grazing past her shoulder. The sharp sting of the blade drew blood on her skin.

But the assassin used this distraction to his advantage. In a swift motion, he dove toward the window, crashing through the glass with a shattering explosion of shards.

Jessica lunged after him, but by the time she reached the broken window, all she saw was a dark figure disappearing into the night, leaving a trail of blood behind.

Jessica cursed under her breath, slowly she walked back to the bed. Breathing heavily, she pressed a hand to her shoulder, feeling the warm trickle of blood running down her shoulde.l60r due to the wound from the throw.

Behind her, she heard movement. Turning, she saw Davis staring at her, his eyes filled with worry and concern.

"Jessica..." His voice was laced with unease. He wheeled closer, his hands already reaching to check her for injuries.

She exhaled, allowing him to inspect her. "I’m fine," she assured him.

Davis’s jaw clenched as he stared at the broken window. "Who was that?"

Jessica smirked, her fingers tracing the spot where the assassin’s blood had smeared against the floor.

"Don’t really know but I believe this is just the beginning of something more disastrous like this happening." She smirked.

Davis’s gaze darkened. "We need to find out who sent him."

Jessica’s smile faded, replaced by something more dangerous. "We will. Before then, we need to re-plan for the worst case scenario.

Incessant pounding on the door disrupted the quietness in the room. Davis had his suspicion of who the caller might be. Both glanced at each other and agreed tactically to keep the situation at away from family members.

"Yes, who is there?" She queried as her gaze quickly scanned the room.

"It is me", Ethan’s voice filtered through the door, prompting Jessica to swiftly open the door, Ethan felt his mouth wide in shock at the room in disarray. Traces of blood on the floor.

Davis quickly retrieved the medicine kit and began applying treatment to Jessica’s arm. His expression worried and concerned.

It never occurred to him that a person could pull such a stunt in the Allen family family.

Their faces tensed and jaw set as they quickly and silently analyzed the situation before them.

~Vera’s room~

Vera’s fingers curled into tight fists as she glared down at the man kneeling before her. Her chest heaved with anger, her breath coming in sharp bursts. She had been waiting for good news—for confirmation that Jessica was gone or at least injured.

But instead, the man knelt before her, his head bowed in failure.

"You’re telling me that after all the planning, all the effort, you failed?" Her voice was dangerously low, each word laced with venom.

The man flinched but didn’t dare look up. "She... she wasn’t what we expected," he admitted, his voice shaking slightly. "She’s skilled and I mean highly skilled."

Vera narrowed her eyes. Skilled? How? She is just from the countryside. What skills can she know? That pathetic woman?

She had assumed Jessica was nothing more than a lucky fool—someone who had stumbled into the Allen family by sheer luck. But now...

She grabbed the man’s chin harshly, forcing him to look up. Blood dripped from his lip where he had been injured. Jessica had done this.

"Do you mean to tell me that after everything and arrangement you failed a simple mission of taking care of a girl?" She sneered.

"Am sorry." He muttered.

"Sorry?, when you have given them an opportunity to dig deeper?".

The man’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "She... countered every move. It was like she anticipated them before I even made them."

Vera’s nails dug into his jaw before she abruptly released him and stepped back with a scoff. Her mind racing with thoughts.

"Jessica had been full of surprises lately, but this? This was beyond frustrating." She mused.

"What other surprise will she have? I think I will give her a break before the next surprise I will give her", she smirked.

She turned away, pacing. "I underestimated her," she muttered to herself, her anger now burning into something colder.

"You can leave first but you have to lay low and don’t make your presence known" she instructed coldly.

The man remained on his knees, nodded at the instruction. And as he stood up to leave. "Make sure to get your wounds treated." She said.

The man nodded hastily, scrambling to his feet despite his injuries. He staggered slightly but managed to bow before slipping out of through the window.

As soon as he was gone, Vera sank onto her bed, her jaw tightening. Jessica was proving to be a problem for her. And like the mysterious man said " She is Davis backbone."

Vera exhaled sharply, regaining her composure. "If Jessica is more than she appears, then I need to rethink my approach," she murmured, her fingers tapping against her arm.

A slow, cold smile spread across her lips. "Fine, I will take it one step at a time." She concluded.