Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 139: Fallen Princess

Risa stormed out of the hospital each step of hers charged with fury, her heels clicking against the pavement like war drums, her eyes blazed with anger as her fists tightly clenched at her sides trembled. Rage bubbled inside her like a volcano ready to explode. Her emotions tethering between crying and laughter. Her emotions riotous with tears threatening to fall.

She had come here today with nothing but her pride swallowed to beg—yes, beg for an opportunity, beg for a chance to work for them, to be at their disposal of work.

"How had i fallen to this point? That even securing a menial job had become problematic?" she murmured to herself while making it to the exit. She never imagined she would stoop this low in this lifetime to beg for an opportunity.

All she wanted was a chance at any job. Even if it meant cleaning floors. But they rejected her. No second look. No mercy. Risa isn’t reconciled with this outcome. She had been at the top of the entertainment circle where everyone is looking up to her, asking to sign a contract with her for one product or another.

But now, everything has fallen apart.

The past few weeks had been nothing short of a nightmare, a disaster. First, the Brown family crisis hit the news reducing their prospects of survival.

Then the Allen family, they are supposed to assist tide the waves for the sake of that damned girl yet Desmond turned them down. It was one hit after another. They hadn’t even recovered from the last mess before a new one started.

Risa’s world had tumbled into pieces, as though the universe itself had turned its back on her. "What do i do, nobody wants me not even my own mother?" she murmured her eyes reddened in pain, anger and mockery of herself.

the Brown’s family

poised, graceful beauty who floated through elite society with an air of nobility, had turned venomous at every sight of

smiles. there are now replaced with sharp words and icy glares. She treated Risa like discarded trash in the trash can. Recalling her mother’s

Or merely a golden ticket her

her father? A

of alcohol, mumbling nonsense, vomiting in the hallway. The house has long ceased to be called a home. The servants were all gone—no one

if she wanted to eat. Her

of her platinum card or a bonus appeal for her to post on her social handle and attract more customers. Her card—frozen. Her accounts emptied. Her name which once

their phone list. And when she runs

this point? What wrong have I committed? She whimpered internally. She didn’t want people coming to glare at her, mock or scorn her. And then, at that moment she lifted

Jessica.

That woman.

she walked toward the sleek black car that she took a second glance and froze in her footstep. She rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things. But it was real. It was Jessica, the one person she will never forgive in this lifetime. The source of all