Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 261: Interrogations 2

Barry felt the biting coldness in her voice despite the kindness laced in it sending a flurry of shiver ran down his

spine.

"lI am just the driver and didn’t know much about the job specification. I... I ...was...only given an instruction to

carry out." He stammered, his breathing ragged.

"I don’t play games," she smirked and as she stretched her hands towards Ethan who glanced at Davis seeking

approval.

Davis noticed his gaze and gave a nod. Ethan picked up a small device—a needle-thin prod wired to a high-

voltage source.

Without a word, she plunged it into Barry's side. The man screamed, convulsing, his body jerking as volts tore

through his nerves. She pulled it away and repeated it again.

Barry screamed louder this time, veins popping along his neck.

When the prod withdrew, he slumped forward, panting. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His

resistance had broken.

"I'll talk..." he rasped. "I'll talk..."

Jessica leaned in, her eyes narrowing. "Then talk."

Barry coughed, his voice raw.

"It wasn’t just me. | was just the driver assigned to run into them. The Brotherhood received a contract.

Anonymous account. The payment was routed through an offshore system. The target was your father. Your

mother was...out of coincidence."

"Why my father?" Davis asked coldly.

"They planned the accident. But the real plan wasn’t to kill. It was an abduction. Your father had information

needed from his hand but he didn’t hand it over when he was requested to."

"Why then did he have to die after being in coma for four months?"

"To keep them from running away when they regained consciousness, they were injected with a paralysis serum

just like in your case. But unfortunately, the hit had resulted in internal bleeding which led to a series of

complications."

"Who gave the injection? Without proper diagnosis?"

Barry kept mute, his eyes flickering but as Jessica approached, he blurted out a n"Dr. Victor Parker."

Davis's hands clenched on the chair’'s arms, knuckles turning white.

"And my sister?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Barry coughed again. "Someone helped her escape. An inside traitor. We don’t know who. The Brotherhood killed

him soon after."

Jessica looked at Davis as he sat back, breathing heavily. Jessica placed her hand on his. Her voice was

measured. "And what other parties were involved?"

Barry shook his head, trembling. "I don’t know."

"You don’t know or you don’t want to say?" She asked coldly.

Barry's breath hitched. "You have to seek out Marcus Grant, he has the answers you want." He said in a flurry.

Jessica nodded briefly as her eyes narrowed at him. Barry’s shrunk his head he wouldn't want to attract her

wrath again.

"Marcus Grant, coden'Sleeping Ghost,” team leader of the Brotherhood of Daggers and Serpents, sought

asylum ten years ago, was apprehended five years ago, and broke out of prison two years ago. Where do you

think I'll find him?" she asked with indifference.

Ethan walked closer to Davis, his voice low "what is she talking about? How cshe knew this profile without

investigation?"

Davis’ eyes never left her, as she playfully twirled the electric baton. "Ethan, hook up the Ravens, | need the

location of Marcus." She instructed decisively.

Ethan's hand trembled as he responded to the flurry of her instructions. Stone brought in a chair, she sat down

crossed legs beside Barry who was kneeling.

Davis stared at her with pride and amusement. Yet contemplating "is she still the crybaby wife?"

He is beginning to think of his wife having a split personality. One weak and crying, the other deadly and cold.

But before they could leave, Ethan's racrackled. It was the response from the Ravens. "Marcus Grant hostage

in Country Y dungeon Room 14 sublevel 3. Requires the presidential permit to be visited."

"What other options?" Jessica asked over the device. It is a long hassle seeking permission and with the

president involved it seems the case isn’t simple.

For Jessica, all she wanted was closure—a clear understanding of what had happened—so they could let go, as

they had no intention of involving themselves in politics or anything related to it.

"Miss," the voice greeted with respect. "Based on the findings of his case, he can’t be seen, it can only be done

with the second option."

"Second Option?" She asked inquisitively and a tinge of contemplation laced in her voice.

"Send the map." She instructed calmly.

"Miss, you have to consult your.." the voice began but Jessica's cold voice snapped him shut. "Right now."

"Okay." The voice mumbled in resignation.

Jessica turned her gaze to the trembling Barry. Her eyes cold and expressionless.

"I will seek out Marcus Grant and when | am done," she paused briefly lifting his head to meet her gaze. "I will be

back for you." She concluded.

"Keep him alive. Heal him just enough. Then start over tomorrow." Davis voice cackled through the silence as he

instructed Stone.

Jessica slowly stood up, with a sharp turn she walked towards the exit followed by Davis, Ethan then Stone who

had the door closed.

And as the door closed, Barry curled up in a puddle of blood, whispering the snover and over through

cracked lips.

"Marcus Grant."

With slow, measured steps, the group left the base. Stone saw them off at the gate.

"Treat his wounds carefully, and make sure no one visits him," Davis instructed again.

They boarded the car and departed, with the shadow guards falling into formation behind them.

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Her forehead was damp with sweat. The fierce lady from the dungeon was gone, replaced by a tired, vulnerable

woman battling the symptoms of pregnancy.

"Drink swater," he said gently.

She nodded, took a small sip, rinsed

her mouth, and poured the water out.

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can, she got back in, and they

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