Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 85: Why are you helping me

Vera let out a slow breath, as she walked backed to her bed and sat down, her face frowned with contemplation as she subtly glanced the dark screen of her phone.

Maybe... just maybe, this is worth a chance. If she could pull this off, if she could prove her worth, then perhaps she could finally earn her place in the Louis family.

Maybe then, her parents would truly acknowledge her—not as a mere replacement, but as their daughter.

She had spent years living in the shadow of the daughter they lost while they never truly accepted her, she is always treated as an outsider despite bearing the Louis name.

If taking down the Allen family was the key to securing her position, then so be it.

~At a Penthouse in a suburban~

A young man sat on the couch obscured away from light, his body shrouded in darkness slowly put down his phone.

The dimly lit room was eerily silent, save for the low hum of the city beyond its walls. His back against his chair, fingers drumming against the armrest, his laughter gradually fading into a chilling smirk.

His lips curled in a cold arc. "Just one at a time, step by step and they will all pay for their wickedness."

His cold gaze flickered lightly toward the collection of documents sprawled across his desk. Each of them a pieces of a puzzle only he could see, each one a stepping stone in his grand plan of destroying the Allen’s.

Slowly, he picked up a particular brown folder, its edges worn from repeated handling. His fingers slowly traced it and it’s surface.

"Davis!, Oh Davis!!, how will you feel when you discover that you been crippled for so long is the work of your uncle? Not just an accident but premeditated?" He smirked, a cold and complicated smile dancing on his lips.

He chuckled darkly, eyes gleaming with malice at the thought of The Allen family—their empire, power and prestige.

feel when you wake up one morning and your grandfather is no more?"

possession fallen into the hands of your uncle who I will also take it from"... He laughed loudly and crazily as one

woman locked in a warm embrace, their

fist, veins popping at the back of his hand. His jaw clenched,

of the photo,

playing at his lips. "Very soon—very, very soon—I will pay them back for every

echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the sound of a soft breeze rustling

~Davis bedroom ~

they argued over the little stunt Vera had pulled on him, Davis made a mental note to be more careful

gaze complicated. "You need to lay down while I take a good look at your vitals and draw up a better

onto the bed, her gaze complicated. She didn’t speak immediately, but the weight of her thoughts was evident in the way her fingers lingered on his arm before pulling

his sharp eyes catching the flicker of concern she tried to mask. "Do you have something on your mind?"

feeling that something

think we need to make some changes to your treatment plan to

plan on the changes?"

Having spent these days at the family house, so many persons have been offended and they will definitely try something more

.

lot clearer for him "the silent undercurrent getting

plan then?"

stood up, pacing the house in a slow calculated step "the

on a wheelchair,

done properly, you should be having your feet in the shortest

out a slow breath, leaning back against the pillows. "You think my condition will make me a

can’t give them