Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 87: An emperor in a wheelchair

"Grandpa", Vera greeted her face paled and her gaze not meeting his. She did not expect to find Elder Allen behind her.

His posture was straight, his hands clasped behind his back, and his sharp, calculating eyes rested her.

He had been watching her, observing every move, yet she hadn’t even noticed his presence. She felt embarrassed and silently cursed Jessica.

Since her arrival into the house nothing seems to be going in order. She felt she will never be able to finish settling the scores with her for every embarrassment she has felt.

She forced a smile, trying to regain her composure. "Grandfather," she greeted with forced politeness, willing her voice to stay steady.

Elder Allen didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed on her, cold and assessing. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice calm but laced with hidden weight.

"Vera," he said slowly, "what exactly are you doing here at this hour of the night?"

Her mind racing in trepidation while her head spinned for an answer but then noting came forth... The old man’s gaze intensifying.

"I want ...to talk to her...but... but she is gone to bed" she stammered out. Grandpa, see you tomorrow", she murmured.

Vera hurriedly disappeared into her room, her retreating figure betraying the turmoil within her. His sharp eyes lingered on the closed door for a moment before he let out a deep sigh.

He had seen it—the flicker of emotions in her eyes, the slight tremor in her voice, the hesitance in her words. Anger. Frustration. Jealousy. But more than all that, he sensed an overwhelming bitterness clinging to her like a shadow.

The old man’s gaze darkened. Bitterness is a dangerous thing, he mused. It festers, it poisons, and in the end, it destroys.

He had observed Vera for years, and though she had always carried an air of entitlement, tonight felt different. This was not the prideful daughter of the Louis family —this was a woman on the verge of something reckless.

mind already working. If she is not handled

~In Davis room~

oblivious of the

early trip to make tomorrow

though it was a natural thing while she nestled into

thoughts. Jessica’s words

What

and fall of her breathing brought him an odd sense

to think of it... he had never truly questioned the circumstances of his accident. Had it really been an accident? Or premeditated through

then, all he could focus on was the on the total devastation of his losses—his legs, his position in the company, his fiancée,

out to further ensure she is protected. His fist clenched

blinded by my suffering to see the truth?"he silently

to rise in influence while ensuring he falls into the background, from Jessica’s diagnosis his legs were tampered, the shifting dynamics in the family, the silent power struggles—it

running a hand over his

life. Whatever

hidden truth behind his accident, he would uncover it. If there were enemies lurking in the shadows, he would drag them into the

days of drowning

And now, he would reclaim everything that was

If those who schemed against him thought he would remain weak forever, they were gravely mistaken. He

as it lingered on Jessica’s sleeping form. She had walked into his life unexpectedly, yet she had become his

his sake—he would