Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 403: You must pay the price...

Chapter 403: You must pay the price...

The night had been calm and peaceful for the citizens of Country Y, but just like the restless Davis, someone else

wasn't at peace and it was Sylas.

He didn’t expect that by the end of the day, those men still refused to cto him as he expected yet they

wanted him to transfer the balance.

All in the nof keeping away from the Allen family security. Several thoughts raced through his mind.

"Was the Allen security team now powerful?

Why had as many as seven men who handled this job, none of them coming forth, not even for their balance?

Where exactly are they?

Do | really have to go to them?

How will the loose end be tied and this trail permanently erased if he couldn't erase them himself.

Though he turned in for the night yet he was only pacing his bedroom furiously, his breath heaving so much that

he doubted if he wouldn't have a heart attack at this rate.

By the the laid down, it was already three in the morning.

The room was silent, except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Sylas lay sprawled on his bed, exhaustion

from the stress of the day pinning him like a lead weight.

He had managed only a few minutes of a restless sleep when the sudden vibration of his phone stirred him

awake.

As he tried to shut his eyes, the phone buzzed again with its sharp shrill and insistent sound tearing through the

night.

Groggily, Sylas dragged himself up, his head still heavy, eyelids drooping. He reached for the nightstand, the

glow of the phone's screen flashing against the dimness.

The ringtone continuously sliced through the stillness like a blade. He frowned as he glanced at the caller ID.

"Unknown number. At this hour?" He felt uneasy about the call, but then it might be important.

Sliding his finger across the screen to accept, he lifted the phone slowly to his ear.

"Hello?" His voice was hoarse, still thick with sleep and tiredness.

For a second, there was nothing but static and just when he was about to hang up a voice spoke, and his heart

failed.

"You killed Maroon, Sylas." The voice chimed.

The words slithered through his ear as though it was just informing him. His brow furrowed and the sleep already

cleared from his eyes.

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It wasn’t a human voice. It was mechanical, distorted, each syllable reverberating coldly.

"What... who is this?" he demanded, though his tone faltered.

The voice laughed, a flat, artificial sound, like laughter dragged through a machine but to Sylas’s ears it was

taunting.

"You killed your own man because he wouldn't obey. Because he wouldn't stain his hands for you. Do you

remember how he begged?

Sylas’s hand tightened around the phone. His chest constricted, his pulse hammering so hard. He didn’t like the

fact that someone knows about that incident.

He hadn't spoken of that incident to anyone. It was supposed to have been buried, sealed in silence,

"You're lying," Sylas whispered, though his throat was dry. The voice ignored him.

"You told him to kill Mr. Bruke, your longtbusiness opponent over a tender. You ordered him to prove his

loyalty. But he refused. And so you made an example of him. It was quite brutal.

Do you remember the sound of his screams, Sylas?

Do you think you could ever be free of his death?"

"That no one will know?"

Sylas swallowed hard, bile rising in his throat. His skin prickled as though a cold hand were trailing over him.

He couldn’t breathe properly. His fingers trembled against the phone, his knuckles whitening.

"Who are you?" he snapped, forcing strength into his voice. "How do you know this?"

The voice lowered, colder, darker.

"We know everything. And so will the world... very soon." His heart stopped.

Before Sylas could respond, the line cut off abruptly, leaving nothing but silence in his ear. He sat frozen, staring

into the darkness, the echo of those words replaying in his mind.

Then his phone buzzed again and a notification popped up on his screen.

He exhaled shakily, lowering the phone, only to see his screen light up with a flashing alert.

A new message. Against his better judgment, he swiped his thumb across the screen to open it.

And froze.

The screen filled instantly with an image he never expected to see again in life.

The gory, mutilated face of Maroon. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly, blood pooling around his head.

His lips were twisted into something between a scream and a plea. The image was raw, unfiltered, dripping with

horror.

Sylas dropped the phone with a strangled curse.

It clattered onto the sheets, but the screen remained lit, the image still glaring up at him. His breath cin

short, shallow gasps.

"No... no, this isn’t possible..." he muttered, pressing a trembling hand to his forehead. "It can’t be happening."

The phone buzzed again. Another notification. His hand, reluctant but compelled, reached out. He tapped the

screen, swiping once more.

Another image appeared.

This time, the man’s body. Twisted. Broken. The wounds glistened under a harsh light. His chest was torn open,

his hands clawed in a final act of desperation.

Sylas gagged and turned his head away, But his eyes were drawn back, unable to resist.

He jabbed frantically at the close button, trying to shut the picture, delete it, clear it or just anything to move it

away.

But the image clung stubbornly to the

screen. No matter what he preseed, it

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"How... come?" he whispered, his fingers trembling violently.

"Who had these photos in their hands?"

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Sylas dropped the device onto the floor. It landed face-up. The image still shone in the dark, glowing like a

beacon of guilt.

He stumbled back, clutching his head, sweat pouring down his temples. His entire body quaked. His chest

heaved as panic clawed at him, suffocating him.

This wasn’t possible. He had buried that past. He had silenced it with his own hands. No one could have dug it

up, no one should have known. Unless...

Unless someone had been there. Watching. Recording...but who?

The thought sent a fresh shiver through him. He staggered toward the window, pulling the curtain aside with a

trembling hand. His eyes darted over the courtyard.

At the moment, he really wasn’t sure what he wanted anymore or what he was trying to see or was he just trying

to convince himself nobody saw him?

In the open courtyard, it was calm, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes being on him.

While his mind raced, his phone buzzed again, louder this time, dread crawling over him.

The screen glowed on the floor, bathing the room in a faint light. But then, unlike before, it was a text message:

You can’t run from the dead and you must pay the price, Sylas."

His breath hitched, his hand trembling.

Sylas covered his ears as it continued to buzz in his head, echoing loudly and non-stop.

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body shaking violently. He coulda

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His breathing was frantic, shallow. He shut his eyes, but the images were still there, burned into his mind.

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