Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 128: His mother, His sister...

The banquet ended with warm laughter and cheerful conversations. Davis felt like he was living in a fairytale—one with no room for sadness or pain. Being in a wheelchair didn’t seem to matter anymore. He felt at peace with the new found family.

After dinner, they all went upstairs to a special room meant for relaxing and socializing. It had a small karaoke stage and even a mini club setup. Bella quickly took the mic and started singing with joy, her voice filling the room.

One good thing about the mansion was that each of the building has its own purpose and arrangement that can solve whatever need one had at any point in time —The main reason why it serves as a hideout as one can be here and yet wouldn’t feel his out of touch with the world.

Meanwhile, Jessica wheeled Davis into the room, followed by Richard and Elliot. At some point both men chose to sit aside and talk more privately. There was a lot Elliot wanted to know about Davis —out of curiosity and expectations.

Elliot had always kept an eye on powerful families, quietly watching their business moves and personal scandals. But Davis had only joined the Allen family in the past decade, making it hard to get his full background. And truthfully, Elliot hadn’t paid the Allens much attention before—he had no reason to.

But now that Davis was married to Jessica—his goddaughter—Elliot felt it was important to understand who the man truly was.

As the two men chatted, Richard excused himself and went to his room to handle some unfinished work. But Jessica had suddenly gone missing. No one noticed when she left, and she hadn’t come back.

Davis tried to focus on the conversation, but his eyes kept drifting across the room, searching for her. She wasn’t there. The longer she stayed away, the more uneasy he felt.

Every now and then, he would clench his hand tightly, as if expecting to find hers in it—but it was empty. He would sigh softly and look away, trying to shake off the feeling. But it didn’t help.

He couldn’t believe it. Was he really becoming this attached to her? Was he already used to having her by his side that it becomes impossible not to?

Elliot, watching Davis’s little gestures, couldn’t help but smile. The corner of his lips curled up with amusement.

he’s doing just fine,"

how Davis kept glancing around

his best to avoid Elliot’s sharp gaze, which felt like it could see

light blush creeping up his face when Elliot let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused

Davis was still struggling with his thoughts, Elliot’s voice broke through again—calm, but thoughtful. "What was your mother’s favorite kind of music?" he asked, his eyes focused on Bella, who was still enjoying the

a beat as Elliot’s sudden question lingered in the air. He blinked, uncertain why Elliot had brought up his mother out of nowhere. But

love and care that most people could only dream of. That thought brought a subtle, bittersweet warmth to his chest. The memories

his voice a bit shaky as the past flooded his thoughts. He quickly straightened himself, pushing back the vulnerability and hurt that threatened

why he felt the need to protect the memory of his mother like this—perhaps because it was one of the few things in his life

his rock, his shelter, and losing her had been the hardest thing he’d ever gone through. Yet,

back, the familiar feeling of comfort that

loved music," he said, his

She loved songs from Whitney Houston, Madonna, Rick Astley and so many

on in her life. I always found it amazing how music could reflect her mood in ways words never

missed her, how much he wished to cry on her

an understanding of who she is. It wasn’t just about the tunes or the catchy rhythms. It was about the way she connected with the songs,

"she would listen to country

tenderness in his voice now, almost as if he were sharing a secret—a glimpse into the intimate, nurturing side of his

a simple hobby for her; it was a source of comfort, a way for her to express the things she couldn’t always say out loud. And

his chest. It was impossible to completely push away the pain, but he clung to these memories, holding them tightly as a way to keep her