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 took over following Davis’s

slow, amused smile curled at

her eyes fixed on the television screen as the breaking news sent shockwaves through the

was laced with disbelief as she turned to him. "Davis Allen, do you even realize what you’ve

"You asked me to play, didn’t you? Well, here I am." He leaned back, his fingers drumming lightly against the armrest. "Besides, I’m simply correcting an anomaly. If Desmond’s actions have left a crack, it’s better to expose it now than allow it to turn into a future

in her hand buzzed. Richard was

Richard’s voice

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

said, his voice steady and

gulped unconsciously. Making it messier meant one

At that moment, Davis’s eyes turned cold, glazing over like frost. "You know, I’ve been thinking... It seems I’ve made a lot of

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

mood. His expression, though composed, held an underlying weight that hadn’t been

voice, her tone both gentle and encouraging. "Why do you think

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

Group—looked unshakable on the surface, but beneath that formidable

just gave it 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 worse... maybe I would have succumbed to depression and done something

into a small, knowing smile as she met his gaze, her eyes

when he is able to heal his broken heart and speaking out will do him lots

of contemplation and sincerity.