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

of your uncle who I will also take it from"...

man and a woman locked in a warm embrace, their smiles as gentle as

at the back

the surface of the

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

echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with

~Davis bedroom ~

quite different from the tension brewing everywhere else. After they argued over the little stunt Vera had pulled on him, Davis made a mental note

while I take a

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

flicker of concern she tried to mask. "Do you have something on your mind?" he asked, his voice low but

have the feeling that

need to make some changes to

do you plan on

days at the family house, so many persons have

.

nodded his head lightly, it is now a lot clearer for him "the silent undercurrent

treatment plan then?" He asked with

a slow calculated step "the major reason is acceleration of treatment."

are sitting on a wheelchair,

you should be having your

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

know. We can’t give them any advantage. If they believe you’re vulnerable, they won’t hold