Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 169: Julia/Josh Anderson...

~Country Z~

A convoy of sleek, black cars made its way up a long, hilly driveway. Their move dominant and powerful as they pass through several security checkpoints along the way.

The road was bordered on both sides by a beautifully crafted boulevard, its trees tall and strong lined the path like watchful sentinels.

The Sunlight filtering through the leaves, cast colorful rays of light onto the moving cars as they sped by.

As the cars approached the large main gate, they slowed slightly. The Camera capturing the dominant insignia of the car beeped lightly then followed with a soft click, the gate opened smoothly, and the convoy drove into the vast castle estate that stretched over several kilometers.

The castle’s architecture spoke volumes of its century-old history. Its surroundings were magnificently carved .

The surrounding lawns were perfectly trimmed, the grass vibrant and green, added to the grandeur of the estate. Every inch of the land had been maintained with care, a reflection of wealth and legacy.

The cars came to a smooth stop in front of the castle’s massive stone steps. A guard opened the door of the second car and bowed slightly.

A young man stepped out. His expression cold, his appearance handsome, and his aura imposing.

"Welcome home, sir," the voices of the security team echoed through the vast mansion, and traveled across the quiet landscape, even the sound stirring the stillness of the nearby forest.

Julia Anderson nodded lightly adjusting his coat while he walked. He strode quickly across the stone-paved walkway ascending the steps with effortless grace. His assistant trailed closely behind, struggling to match his long strides.

"Welcome home, sir," Patrick greeted with a slight bow, his voice respectful but warm. He had watched Julia grow from a boy into the man standing before him.

He is now taller, sharper and more composed. His features had become more defined but surprisingly it is the features of a lady—a lady from the past.

Julia gave a small nod in return. His eyes briefly met the old man’s, a flicker of familiarity and respect passing between them.

"My father?" Julia asked, not stopping as he walked through the grand hallway that led to the sitting room.

"He is in the study, Sir," Patrick replied.

walk away,

not leaving out any smallest detail. I

Maxwell answered with fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He sighed as he watched

to deal with," he muttered

After a few seconds, there was a light shuffling sound from inside, followed

"Come in."

door lightly and it creaked open. Julia stepped inside and closed the door behind him with

Anderson, a once-powerful man whose presence still commanded attention. He made his way to the couch in the

laptop in front of him and carefully gathering some papers he was working with. His movements slowed when he noticed

said, his

hand trembled slightly as he stopped what he was doing. His eyes searched

serious?" Josh asked, his voice shaky. Julia nodded with a

his chair,

okay? Is she being bullied? Does she have friends? Is she—?" Josh asked, his voice trembling, his gaze on Julia demanding

a hand. With the series of questions, he is already feeling

time and more proof before I give you anything solid. I’m still working with assumptions, and

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes heavy with regret

had been betrayed by his own family. He had been schemed and

rested his fingers

beside her," he said. "He’s in a

Josh blinked "A wheelchair?"

tone was skeptical and

I must admit, I was a bit surprised too.

My daughter—Josh Anderson’s daughter—isn’t

even know she is an Anderson. How can you then

you bring her

to get her back might only push her further away. She might resist besides I would doubt

storm in and drag his sister back. Even using their special forces should anybody try to stop

his shoulders slumping in resignation. Julia felt a pang of pity for him. His father was a man betrayed by his own blood, robbed of love and life