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.

away, his mind already working. If she is not handled properly, she will become a bigger threat than

~In Davis room~

of them were oblivious of the incident happening

we have an early trip to make tomorrow morning."

he pulled Jessica into his arms as though it was a natural thing while she

lay awake, staring at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Jessica’s words kept replaying in his head—"There’s more to

she mean? What had she seen

of her

the circumstances of his accident. Had it

the on the total devastation of his losses—his legs, his position in the company, his

to further ensure she is protected. His

my suffering to see the truth?"he silently mocked

from Jessica’s diagnosis his legs were tampered, the shifting dynamics in

sharply, running a hand over his

just sit back and let fate dictate his life. Whatever was coming, whatever truth was buried in the past—he

he would uncover it. If

days of drowning in self-pity were

was Davis Allen—the name that once commanded respect, reverence, and fear. And now, he would reclaim everything that was his, no

were gravely mistaken. He would be reborn, not as the man he once was, this time he had chosen a path for himself —brutal and

his head slightly, his eyes softening as it lingered on Jessica’s sleeping form. She had walked into his life unexpectedly,

his sake—he would