Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 123: Desmond’s dilemma

With the scandal of the Allen Group’s tax evasion making waves across the internet, Desmond stormed back into his office taking the back route from the company to avoid the journalist crowding infront of the company.

His emotions in complete disarray. His breath came in short, furious bursts as he paced back and forth, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He felt the weight of the day crashing down on him, The magnitude of disaster after disaster suffocating him.

Today had been a living nightmare. First, the scandalous affair involving his useless son had forced him into an unbearable compromise. To salvage the situation, he had no choice but to forfeit 5% of the Allen family shares and relinquish the position of Vice President to Vera. The thought of it alone sent another surge of anger burning through his veins.

And now, barely thirty minutes after striking that deal and the press conference which is meant to restore the image of the group held, another crisis had erupted like a raging wildfire.

Decades of his carefully calculated steps, sleepless nights, and ruthless decision-making were falling apart in the blink of an eye when he had hoped to achieve his dreams now that Davis is no more in the picture.

And at the worst possible moment, when he was supposed to assume the legal title of CEO, the scandal was threatening to rip it all from his grasp.

His fists clenched tighter, his knuckles whitening. His vision blurred with fury as the realization sank deeper. He was losing everything.

A sharp knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. His assistant hesitantly stepped inside, but as soon as he met Desmond’s burning gaze, his steps faltered. The office was suffocatingly tense, the air thick with unspoken rage.

The assistant swallowed hard before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sir, the board members have summoned you."

board summons... That meant they were taking the situation seriously. Too seriously. This wasn’t

the hallway. His every step was measured,

bore into his back, whispers following him like a shadow. He ignored them. He had

he paused for a brief second, inhaling deeply before pushing

was filled with board members, their gazes piercing with various emotions etched on their faces. Some looked calculating, others judgmental. But worst of all were the ones who looked resigned, as though they had

and braced himself, his face a mask of cold resolve. No matter how damning the accusations, no matter how precarious his position had

muttered internally as he stepped into

room, more than a dozen pairs of eyes bore into him—some filled with disdain, others with

with the board of directors, top executives, and key

table sat Elder Allen who came from home at the wake of the news, his presence alone commanding silence. He hadn’t spoken yet, but the steely look in his eyes was enough to strip Desmond of any last hope he had

spoke, his deep voice slicing through the suffocating silence. "Can you explain why

stepping forward. "I understand the gravity of the situation, but I assure you, the allegations are exaggerated. We’ve handled taxes with utmost

exaggeration, why are there irrefutable documents circulating online? Why are government agencies launching an investigation? Why have our stocks plunged 15% in the past

through the

jaw tightened. He had no immediate answer. He had thought his manipulations were flawless. He had always ensured auditors turned a blind eye, that officials were compensated generously to keep quiet. But now, someone had not only exposed the truth but laid it out so

you even realize what you’ve done?" Another executive, Abner Llyods, leaned forward, his voice