Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 94: You can’t sleep..

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. .

Come to think of it, they have never been able to find out who she is or her past "How deep does her influence run?" Ethan wondered. "She must be a Mafia or deeply connected with one." He concluded.

Subtly he stole a glance at Davis through the rearview mirror. His boss was rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly that his muscle twitched.

He wasn’t speaking, but the way his fingers curled into a fist on his lap told Ethan that Davis was barely holding it together.

Ethan knew Davis was only seated in this car because he had locked the door immediately Jessica stepped down.

Ethan let out a slow breath, forcing himself to focus on the road. He wasn’t deaf to the urgency in Davis’ voice when he spoke to Jessica.

He didn’t hear her responses, but he knew something was wrong. She’s in danger.

His heart twisted. If it were up to him, he would have stayed and fought beside her.

He had never liked the idea of running away from any challenge or battle. But Jessica had been clear—Davis’ safety came first.

His lips pressed into a firm line as he muttered under his breath, "Thank God it wasn’t Risa."

A wry chuckle almost slipped out. If it had been Risa, she would have crumbled at the first sign of danger, screaming and making everything worse.

But Jessica—Jessica had calmly orchestrated everything in minutes. The safe route, the backup, even ensuring Davis was guarded while she handled the threat alone.

She’s not just capable. She’s extraordinary.

Ethan’s admiration for her deepened more and his loyalty now titled. He had followed Davis for years, witnessed betrayals, power struggles, and cunning schemes within the Allen family.

But no one had ever stood beside Davis the way Jessica did. She wasn’t just protecting him—she was fighting for him.

While Ethan was lost in thought, Davis voice sliced through "Will she be safe?" He asked.

Ethan gulped at that voice "Davis might have grieved over Vera but if anything goes wrong with Jessica then he might lose the remaining life he has.

"Are you worried about me?" Jessica’s voice chimed through the speaker her breathe rapid.

Before Davis could respond to her, another voice of a man reporting the situation filtered through.

"Boss, we have checked the area very well

and these are the persons we can find."

"Okay, tie them up, you know what to do" , she instructed calmly.

"Am so tired and I need my beauty sleep" Jessica chimed lightly.

She is really exhausted and needed to sleep but not without putting things in order. She is sure Richard will handle them well.

"Contact Red, make sure he arrived safely. Wake me up later, I want to sleep." She chimed lightly.

Davis had been listening on the conversation, he didn’t need to be told what had happened, she is injured and .... He didn’t want to imagine it how grievous it is.

"Jessica, you can’t sleep you know. You can’t sleep?" His anxious pleading voice tearing through the speaker. Jessica though on the thin line of consciousness and unconsciousness heard him.

A faint murmur escaping her lips, as though responding to his request.

"We are taking her to the base, the shadow guards with you will escort you safely to the base, so don’t panick, she is just tired". A deep male said through the bud.

Before Davis could open his mouth,the line went dead.