Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 125: You are Davis Allen

While they were chatting, a maid approached with a tray of drinks. Each of them picked a glass when the maid

suddenly spoke up.

"Miss, your father just arrived."

Jessica’s head snapped toward the garden entrance. "Are you serious?" she asked, her brows knitting together as

she turned to the maid, who gave a quick curtsy.

Before she could say another word, Old Elliot Raven stepped into the garden. He was dressed in a simple

tracksuit and canvas shoes, exuding the energy of a much younger man. Despite his age, his presence carried a

powerful aura—one that demanded respect.

Jessica immediately sprang to her feet, her emotions stirring at the sight of the one person who had always been

her pillar. As she rushed toward him, they embraced warmly.

At that moment, the walls Jessica had built around herself crumbled. Everything she had endured, every wrong

she had suffered, crushing back, choking her with emotion. Her nose stung as she fought back tears.

Old Elliot patted her back gently, his voice low and soothing, meant for her ears alone.

"Why feel aggrieved when you have the Raven nat your disposal?"

"Why let them be when you're unhappy with the outcome?"

"Alright, don’t cry. I'll settle the score later for you, okay?"

Jessica nodded against his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of the only father figure she had ever truly

acknowledged. "You don’t have to waste your ton them. I'll be fine," she murmured.

She knew better than to make such a request. If Elliot Raven took action, it would not end with just a warning.

The consequences would be severe—perhaps even catastrophic. The world was well aware that crossing the

Ravens meant courting destruction.

After a moment, Jessica pulled away, composing herself. From a distance, Richard approached them. His usually

calm expression held a hint of nervousness.

"Sir Raven," Richard greeted with a respectful nod.

Elliot turned to him, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "You've been by her side, yet you still allowed her to get

hurt?" His tone was laced with quiet disapproval.

Richard swallowed hard, his spine straightening instinctively. He knew the gravity of Elliot Raven’s words. If he

truly lost his temper, the consequences wouldn't be easy to handle.

Sensing the tension, Jessica quickly stepped in, leading Elliot toward Davis.

Davis sat watching, his fingers unconsciously clenching as he took in the scene before him.

He had always known Jessica to be strong—someone who carried herself with confidence and rarely showed

vulnerability. But now, seeing her openly expressing her pain to this man... it struck a chord deep within him.

He exhaled softly, his thoughts swirling. He dared not admit it aloud, but the truth was clear.

"I love her," he mused internally. "And | never want to see her hurt."

Elliot, still holding Jessica's hand, finally turned his attention to Davis. He studied him for a moment before

speaking.

"I presyou are Davis Allen?" His voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable tremor in it—one he

quickly masked.

Their eyes locked. For a brief second, something unspoken passed between them. A strange, inexplicable sense

of familiarity.

"lI am," Davis responded, his tone clipped yet composed.

As he looked at Elliot's face—at the strong features, the intensity in his gaze. His eyes flickered. There was a

resemblance. Not just any resemblance, but one that reminded him of two people.

His mother. And Bella.

His breath caught in his throat as the realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"Bella... Bella..." he murmured under his breath, his mind racing.

He had never been able to trace Bella’s whereabouts. Every lead had gone cold. Every path he took to find her

had ended in nothingness. Yet, now, standing before Elliot Raven, that missing piece of the puzzle felt

agonizingly close—so close, yet still out of reach.

Elliot remained silent, his gaze locked onto Davis with quiet intensity. He, too, felt it.The familiarity was

undeniable.

Jessica sensed the sudden shift in the atmosphere. There was something unspoken between Davis and Elliot. She

knew she had to ease the tension between them first before trying to make sense of anything else.

Her gaze flickered between the two men, their features strikingly similar, as though they had been carved from

the smold. An idea slowly took shape in her mind.

Elliot Raven had often lamented the loss of his daughter. She had never wanted to be part of the Mafia world.

Instead, she had left home, using her innate abilities to erase her tracks so thoroughly that no one had been able

to find her. Whether she was alive or dead remained a mystery.

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Yet, Davis had always been in awe of her skills—the strength in her features, her charisma, her commanding

aura, her sharp business instincts, and above all, her resilience.

But she had succumbed to death. And her sister had vanished without a trace.

Jessica's thoughts raced back to a photograph she had seen in Davis's room. The woman in the picture bore an

uncanny resemblance to Bella—her best friend.

Her heart pounded in trepidation. Could it be? Had the answer been right in front of them all along?

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Davis turned to him, studying his expression. Was Elliot thinking the sthing he was? Or was he merely trying

to gauge his reaction?

"My mother’s nis Monica Ravensdale," Davis said, his voice steady but watchful.

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But deep down, Elliot made a decision. He needed to find out the truth.