Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 163: Acquiring the Brown Group.

While Jessica stealthily left the lounge, Desmond and George was unaware that their hope of a trip to the other world of lust and satisfaction had been destroyed.

Yet it doesn’t just end there but they had no idea that the lady in waiting was one they wished dead yet had no idea their conversation had been recorded verbatim with every word, and every greedy plan, captured perfectly by the hidden device Jessica had planted subtly.

Jessica moved swiftly through the hallway, her pace steady and composed. Reaching the door where Anna hid, she tapped lightly, several times. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Slowly, the door creaked open with a quiet hesitation. Anna stood there, eyes wide, as Jessica slipped in. Without a word, they exchanged clothes again. Jessica quickly reverted to herself.

Jessica quietly adjusted her wears and subtly signaled her to lead the way. Anna having served in the club for some months had gotten acquainted and familiar with the routes and paths in the club.

She led Jessica through the back exit, careful not to attract attention of the staff who are deeply engrossed in their activities. Once outside, a black car waited. Jessica pushed the door open and gestured toward the car. .

"You take her somewhere safe to change and rest. I have other things to handle," Jessica instructed sharply to the man waiting by the vehicle and spurned on her heel taking the path leading to the main entrance where there stood another vehicle waiting for her.

Anna looked at her, unsure whether to cry or to kneel in gratitude. She opened her mouth to speak, but Jessica had already turned away.

Sliding into another waiting car, she leaned back against the seat, silent and brooding. The driver waited patiently for her instructions. "There is a car coming from behind." He said with caution.

Jessica looked back and sighed at the sight of the familiar car as it approached them with a controlled speed. Her mind replaying every word she had heard. She had wanted to pause her intention in taking down the Brown family . At times, she had even thought of letting her father go, thinking maybe, just maybe, he’d change.

But tonight had erased all hope. It had rather given her a new resolve to rethink about her options and choices.

Never had she imagined her own father would go so far—not only for greed but to calculate and trade her like merchandise. That betrayal, more than anything else, had sealed her resolve.

As she gave instructions into the small earpiece she wore, the car slowed down beside them and honked twice, drawing her attention.

Jessica turned, her eyes narrowing at the car before her, she knew the car so well even in her dreams. She took a deep breathe and glanced around to make sure she wasn’t being followed or watched. When she confirmed it was safe, she opened the other door and stepped into the car that had pulled up.

"Drive", the man instructed. The car began to move before she even got the door shut. Jessica felt the tension in the car.

Jessica glanced at him, noting the storm brewing on his face. His jaw was tight, his face cold and his gaze into the distance. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even look at her.

"When did you get here?" she asked quietly. No response. His silence was a quiet, simmering anger filling every corner of the car. Jessica shrugged her shoulders, totally ignoring him.

She knew why he was angry. Anyone would be. But she wasn’t the type to wait in the corner while others fought her battles. She never had been and isn’t prepared to do so now.

As the car sped down the familiar road to their mansion, Jessica’ voice pierced through the silence. "I think you need to drop me off here. There’s something I have to handle."

Davis slowly turned to look at her, his fury barely restrained. "Jessica, are you dumb, or are you just pretending to be?" he snapped.

His words hit like a slap, but Jessica only gave a dry, bitter chuckle as she stared at him, her eyes blazing with anger. "You know," she said, her voice low and sharp,

"I can’t really say whether I’m dumb or just acting. What I do know is that I can’t sit still while my life burns down. I need to deal with my problems and deal with it personally." She retorted. Her voice trembled lightly.

Jessica stared out the window, her fists clenched. She had always known this marriage to Davis was one of strategy, an alliance. She had tried to accept it. But finding out that her father had orchestrated it to trap her, to strip away everything her mother built and turn her into a pawn—it burned. It broke something in her.

She had thought maybe, deep down, her father was still human but then she had come to discover she has been wrong all along.

She dialed out a familiar number on her phone, issuing an unexpected instruction, her voice cold and icy. "Richard, in seventy-two hours, I want everything ready. We’re acquiring the Brown Group. I don’t care how it’s done."

Davis glanced at her, surprised. But Jessica didn’t flinch. "Drop me off here," she added again, her tone colder this time.

The driver hesitated contemplating whose order to follow since Davis had not shown his agreement. His delay in response to her instruction pissed her off.

"I said stop the car!" Jessica snapped.

The driver glanced at Davis through the rearview mirror, unsure of what to do. Jessica’s fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles were white, her breath shallow and quick.

Davis finally spoke, his voice calm and steady. "Pull over. Give us a moment."

The driver exhaled with relief, parked the car by the roadside, and quietly stepped out, shutting the door behind him.

Jessica glared at Davis. She wanted to understand what is really happening? Has her reputation dwindled so much that they couldn’t listen to her instructions anymore?

"Davis," she hissed, "what do you think you’re doing?" But before she could open the door, his hand shot out, gripping her wrist.

"You know exactly what I’m doing," he said softly as he pulled her closer to him. Jessica froze. But then, she is not willing to handle his truancy at this point. Her blood boiled in rage.

"Let go, Davis," she ordered. Her voice was cold, sharp enough to cut glass. But Davis only smiled. "George Brown must be really talented... to get you this angry."

Jessica’s hand twitched. She grabbed his hand to pull it away from herself but his hold was firm. "And I ask again," Davis continued. "Are you dumb, or just pretending to be?"

Jessica opened her mouth to fire back, but before any words came out, Davis pulled her closer. His lips crashed into hers with a fierce, angry kiss. It caught her completely off guard.

She pushed against him, her hands pounding his chest, but he didn’t stop. His lips pressed harder, demanding. His arm slipped around her waist, drawing her even closer, while his free hand moved slowly, tracing the curve of her body.

Jessica’s mind screamed for control, but her body betrayed her. Heat rushed through her, wild and uncontrollable. She hated herself for responding. She hated Davis for doing this now, when her entire world was on fire.

Still, her hands stilled. She kept quiet allowing him to ravage as much as he wanted yet remaining unresponsive even as she struggled to keep her body.

After what felt like forever, Davis pulled away but not before he bit her lips, his breathing heavy but even. Jessica gasped, breathless, her heart pounding in her ears. She felt her lips burning with pain from his bite.

"Davis Allen", she shrieked in anger, her chest heaving continuously. "Why bite me?" she asked. She wanted to bite back, to let him feel pain as well. "Very simple, it is your punishment."