Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 153: Is it fate?

With the issue of Bella’s identity finally solved, Jessica felt as though a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

All the emotions she had bottled up throughout the day—the confusion, the anxiety, the fear of things falling apart were slowly beginning to fade.

Her heart, once torn between duty and doubt, was now piecing itself back together.

She had been scared, truly scared, that uncovering the truth might break their already fragile bonds, bring regrets.

At some point she felt that may be she had been too reckless to take such decision without confiding in Davis or her most trusted friend and aide Richard.

But then seeing the effect, she was glad it had brought healing and became a pointer to the way forward.

And though none of them could say what tomorrow would bring—whether it would be calm or chaos—they had tonight to live as one family.

Tonight, they were a family, even if only beginning to understand what that meant. A slow bond was forming. And that was enough... for now.

With a quiet sigh of relief, Jessica turned and made her way to the kitchen. She wanted to check on the chef in charge of the dinner, though she had placed the most capable chef in charge she still have to check to see if dinner was finally ready and being served. This family dinner she hope will be a memorable one in time to come.

After all, she had planned it—not just the food, but the timing, the setting, the purpose behind this shared meal. It wasn’t just dinner. It was closure as well as a beginning of tomorrow.

She smiled bitterly as the word "family" coursed through her thoughts.

"It seems I never experienced this much peace in the Brown family since the time I could recall. It seems I will have to tap into the blessing of the family I have now to fill my longing of a loving family." She mused.

Minutes passed, and soon the rest of the household began to gather in the grand dining room. As per their silent tradition, each person slowly and silently found their seat.

No one needed to be told where to sit—this home had always functioned that way.

Davis was wheeled in gently by Bella, her hands careful on the handles of his chair as she followed behind Elliot.

seat at the head of the table, dignified but clearly still overwhelmed by the

but didn’t go

up felt happy at his glowing form, his lips widening in happiness

ever, immediately scanned the room—and frowned. Jessica was missing. He looked around again,

nod. "Go ahead," he said. "I’ll be right

wheeling himself out of the dining room. He hadn’t made it far when a maid exited the kitchen, carrying a tray.

flinched at the sound of his voice. "In...

Davis turned his wheels and headed

at the doorframe. And there

up slightly, focused as she gave instructions to the remaining staff. One by one, she was checking the trays, making sure every dish was placed in the right order and properly garnished to the taste

isn’t a fan of sea food but Davis felt it good. It is

hair pulled into a low bun, a few strands falling out, framing her face in the soft kitchen light. Despite

Seeing her like this—calm, capable, quietly commanding always made his chest

a coy, sultry smile and subtly spun around, swaying her hips

from Jessica. And then, she turned. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe she felt the his

are you doing here?" Of all the places she expected, she did not expect him in the

she said softly. One by one, the staff filed out of the kitchen, giving them space while Davis took the chance to wheel himself into

behind the last maid, she walked toward him with curious eyes. "Why aren’t you in the dining hall?" she asked, stopping a

else, Davis reached forward and caught

as he pulled her gently but firmly toward him. His hand slid around her waist, holding her close

darting to the closed door. Her heart pounded in her chest—half from the

teasing smirk. Seeing her flustered seems to

with playful mischief. "I haven’t been given a single chance since morning. Can’t I

to express herself. Davis leaned his head slightly. "Haven’t

muttered under her breath. Davis arched

a blush rise to her cheeks. "Whose