Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 43: Family Dinner 2

Davis and Jessica left the house together. In the parking lot, Jessica helped him into the car, ensuring he was properly settled before sliding into the seat beside him. Ethan took the passenger seat, his heart heavy with worry—unsure of how his boss and his wife would navigate the scheming Allen family.

The driver turned on the ignition and the engine roared to life. Jessica glanced briefly at Davis who also turned to glance at her and their gaze locked with determination. Slowly, the car merged into the traffic, the silence in the car palpable.

~Allen Family Mansion~

The Allen family is known for its long history and standing legacy, a status evident at the mansion that stood grand and imposing under the evening lights.

The old architectural structure has been renovated with the attachment of modern designs, a move made to keep them in the loop of the current trend yet its historical essence remains untouched.

The golden chandeliers were visible even from the large glass windows. A well mowed lawn that stretches into the far distance and the trees planted on both side of the driveway with well trimmed flowers at intervals giving the landscape a touch of natural beauty and fragrance.

The butler stood at the door anticipating and welcoming the members of the family as they arrive.

A sleek black luxury SUV pulled up to the circular driveway, its engine humming before coming to a smooth halt. The driver swiftly stepped out and opened the door.

Desmond stepped out first, buttoning his suit jacket with deliberate ease. His sharp gaze flickered to the towering structure before him, his expression unreadable and cold as he took in the sight of the mansion. His lips curled up in a cold smile as he glanced behind him.

Vera stepped out after him, her crimson evening gown hugging her figure accentuating her figure, her deliberately made up face glowing with elegance and confidence, her expression poised but cold.

the suffocating weight of the Allen

a cold one but in the

with a nonchalant smirk. His demeanor exuded arrogance and nonchalancy, but there was an edge to his movements. He didn’t bother

it is as clear as day he is still reluctant to accept the marriage he had proposed

Couldn’t even spare a glance at your own

Aaron not to give her face in the presence of Desmond despite he is Aaron’s father but it is pertinent they don’t

no expression, but her shoulders squared with tension. She had long since given up expecting anything from Aaron, but the way he dismissed her so openly in front of Desmond sent a wave of

a scoff. "Aren’t we all here? Or do I have to carry her into

was no amusement in it. "You don’t have to bother about me. I have

amused yet wary. "You two are quite the pair you know," he mused, his voice laced

toward the building without waiting for any of them. Vera stood for a while to gather her composure,

the situation before him. Vera is really one strong lady that he hoped will help

slightly welcoming them in.

moved forward, stepping into

Lamborghini glided to a stop in front of the Allen family mansion, its engine

a visit eight months ago his next visit

she felt but is more about Davis emotion. Gently, she placed her hand on his in silent encouragement. Davis glanced at her briefly. He felt grateful someone is willing to take this journey with him —at last it is still