Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 121: Grateful you came along

Davis and Jessica refocused their thoughts, their gazes locked onto the screen as they attempted to analyze the man who had slipped away thinking he was unnoticed—unaware that a camera had inadvertently captured his image.

Jessica wasted no time. She swiftly drafted an enhanced version of the image, preparing it for potential tracing and identification. As they worked, exchanging thoughts in hushed tones, the sudden surge of noise from the television caught their attention.

In front of the Allen Group’s headquarters, a swarm of reporters had gathered, their cameras raised high, microphones pointed eagerly toward the entrance. The once-thinning crowd had doubled in size, as journalists who had lingered after the press conference quickly joined the commotion.

It was as though, with a single beckoning wave, every reporter in the city had converged on the scene.

Jessica lightly shook her head. She had been there when Davis was issuing the instructions which states "Immediately after the press conference".

But she never expected Richard to move this fast. It seems he is getting better and better by the day. Her gaze sharpened as she watched the broadcast to see what he had worked out.

Then, the breaking news hit. "Allen Group evade tax, under pays their staff for the past eight months"

This single report sent shockwaves through the country that within minutes, social media and news channels were flooded with it. Each giving its own headings to attract more audience.

"Evasion of tax —Allen Group fall short"

"Staff underpaid and taxes not paid since its new regime."

"Bad leadership—Desmond Allen not fit to lead the Allen Group."

Allen Group, the largest conglomerate in the country, had allegedly been evading taxes ever since Desmond Allen

A slow, amused smile curled at Davis’s lips as

stunned, her eyes fixed on the television screen as the breaking

voice was laced with disbelief as she turned to him. "Davis Allen, do

drumming lightly against the armrest. "Besides, I’m simply correcting an anomaly. If Desmond’s actions have left a crack,

mouth to respond, but before she could, the phone in her hand buzzed. Richard was calling. She quickly picked up and placed

Richard’s voice filtered through

turned her head toward Davis, half-expecting him to reconsider. Instead, his smirk deepened as

it messier," he said, his voice steady and laced with amusement. "The messier, the better

She gulped unconsciously. Making it messier meant one thing the board will make a move on

ended. At that moment, Davis’s eyes turned cold, glazing over like

distant, lost in thought. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now carried a depth of contemplation—like a man retracing the past, searching for where

change in his mood. His expression,

tone both gentle and encouraging.

everything unfolded, these past months of living with him had given her a clearer understanding of who

on the surface, but beneath that formidable

a thought—maybe if this marriage hadn’t been orchestrated by my uncle, I would still be sitting in that dark study, drinking, smoking, and waiting for my final day. Or

small, knowing smile as she met his gaze, her eyes unwavering. "So?"

walk towards light when he is able to heal his

mix of contemplation and sincerity.