Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 63: But who?

The morning light in Country A ushered in a new day. The sun was brightly calm, people moved about their daily morning routine then like a storm the news of the Brown family hit the news and social media in a tidal wave.

Breaking News: " The Brown Enterprise linked to the production of substandard products".

"Government begins investigation on The Brown Enterprise over substandard products threatening the safety of the masses"

Just in: "Victims of The Brown Enterprise counterfeit product cries out for help".

Financial Report: "Brown Enterprise shares plummets by 60% over substandard products charge."

"Law makers pressing charges against The Brown Enterprises over substandard products."

Within few hours, news channels, blogs, and social media platforms erupted in a frenzy drawing millions of viewers who sat on the edge of their seats, ready to devour every aspect of the scandalous detail.

The internet boiled with rage. Netizens flooded online platforms with their comments—condemning, mocking and accusing.

The Brown family social media page was not left out as netizens bombarded them insults and condemning comments, several bloggers heightened the reports.

several persons also came out as victims of the substandard product. Bringing with them so many evidence, proves, testimony and charge against the Brown Enterprise and family.

Within a few hours, employees of Brown Enterprise flooded the internet with complaints detailing the maltreatment and oppression they had endured at the hands of Clara and her daughter, Risa.

Many of them also providing evidence of physical and verbal abuse, with some even presenting photos and videos of assaults carried out by Clara and Risa. The shocking revelations sent shockwaves through the Internet mounting the predicament of the enterprise.

so much melon for

~ The Brown family~

newsmen and journalist gathered at the huge gate of the mansion waiting for any individual that will come out of the

mansion in readiness of the appearance of the occupants but every part of the compound was still

family living

the large TV screen. Phone notifications played nonstop, maids casts furtive glances at the

clenched behind him, his shoulders tensed

sat quietly on the couch gazing into the distance as though in a Dreamland while Risa having her legs

to pick. Earlier she had answered a call but had been insulted on the phone by

was at loss of what to do, her hand hovering over the screen in

you answer that call or switch that phone

his voice and the phone slipped out of her hand landing on the floor with a thud. Risa recoiled on the couch trying

phone buzzed, he paused lightly in his steps and pulled it out. It was his assistant his face twisted with rage and his fingers

ringing since the news broke. Every call was either a furious business partner asking for dissolution, a distressed shareholder panicking about the stocks, a lawyer sending a letter or an assistant calling to make report and ask for instructions. And he is quite certain this must be

for the umpteenth time and the anxious voice of the assistant came through the speaker "Sir, the stock value

are pulling out. We’re losing millions by the

has frozen our assets pending the

up!" George bellowed interrupting the report, the veins of his

is still an investor, his temper snapped and he slammed the phone against the wall breaking it into several pieces, his chest

as he gasped for breath. Her face pale, her eyes darting