Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 9: 9 The game has just begun

"I want my mother's belongings and the safe which have been moved from my room before I leave for the Allen's", she said icily.

George didn't expect this to be her condition. Looking at Jessica's nonchalance, Risa's pleading eyes and Clara's light caress on his arm; it is already clear the unspoken hope they had on him and Jessica's taunt if he fails the challenge. Should he refuse her condition, how will he get away from the Allen family? And should he agree, how possible is it that he will get his hand on the belongings again?

"I agree", he stated as he struggled to maintain his calm. He had encountered so many powerful opponents calmly in the business world but Jessica's request has unraveled him more than he had expected. He didn't expect Jessica to remember of those belongings and the safe. She had been a little over seven years when she left for the countryside.

"Okay, I will be waiting for the items", she smirked as she pushed her seat back and stood up.

Looking at their faces scrunched with fury, she was in happy mood. She haven't felt this good in ages. Lightly patting Risa's back "Have a good night Sis", She smirked as she sauntered upstairs to her room.

"Bang", Clara and Risa flinched in shock. George was blazing in fury, his eyes reddened in anger. Clara distanced herself from him.

"Have you seen the result of your decision to bring her back?", he growled.

"Honey, this isn't the end of it", Clara said as her eyes flashed with calculations. It is clear she has another plot underway.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his tone a suppressed anger.

Clara looked around the dining room and not seeing any maid in sight, he whispered her plans into George's ear. His face brightened immediately at the suggestion. But then a trace of worry etched his face "Is this possible and wouldn't back fire?"

Clara shook her head "no matter how old she might have grown some traits can't be wiped out so we explore her weakness when the time comes." She stated.

"Mom, Dad I am been kept in the dark. What is the deal?" Risa asked. Clara patted her daughter's back urging her to calm down. "As long as am not made to marry that cripple any arrangement is fine", Risa muttered before she made her way upstairs.

Jessica returned to her room fulfilled, looking at the moonlight shining in through the windows she felt her burden take away.

in this journey she promised to make the best use of it. When she sets her plans in motion, the title of Mrs. Allen will play a crucial role. She

will gather as much as I can", the voice responded. Jessica set her phone down and sat down on the bed while she let her mind travel back at the time her mother had instructed her on the things in

~The next morning~

morning as if in a hurry to witness the scene of events in the Brown

Jessica's room the sun filtered through, its rays illuminating the room as its golden streaks lined the walls. She lay

interrupted the tranquility, Jessica groggily stretched her hand and picked up the call "Yes, did you find anything?" After listening for a while to what the caller has to say she rubbed her brows "Alright, you keep an eye on them and inform me of

herself up from the bed, she placed the call

investigating the Allen's, you don't have any business feud with them or are you planning any corporations with

new adventure so just

do you mean? Can you make it

she muttered and ended the call as she rubbed her eye brow. Talking with Richard had always drained her of every ounce of strength. She couldn't

she contemplated what faced her and how she will have to navigate it but then one thing is certain—"the game has just begun." While

in a minute", she answered back. After a few moments, footsteps of the maid echoed down the hallway. Jessica picked up her bag on the bed

is even more ridiculous —she

living and found them all sitting as though they had been waiting for her. She set down her bag beside her as she sat down on

you have to sign this

a document?",

it is a guarantee to see that you maintain the end of

faint traces of doubt in her tone which was picked up by the

on their end of the bargain and at last they didn't disappoint her. She didn't know how her mother managed to get herself entangled with a

but clench their fist in nervousness as they wait for her to pick the pen held out to her.

sure you want me to sign or do you want to wait for the Allen family to arrive and be disappointed not to have a bride with them?",

attitude. George lost his temper and raised his hand to slap her but then —"are

with trembling