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.

and began to walk away, he paused briefly

out any smallest detail. I have sent the information to your phone and

Maxwell answered with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

deal with," he

raised his hand to knock. After a few seconds, there was a light shuffling sound from inside, followed by a deep,

"Come in."

creaked open.

in the sight of the man at the desk—his father, Josh Anderson, a once-powerful man

closing the laptop in front of him and carefully gathering some papers he was

Julia said, his lips curling

he was doing. His eyes searched Julia’s face for signs of a lie or exaggeration,

serious?" Josh asked, his voice shaky.

his chair, his eyes staring into the distance lost

have friends?

series of questions, he is

of that yet. I need more time and more proof before I give you anything solid. I’m still working with assumptions, and you know that’s not a definite

leaned back in

and understood what this meant to him. His father had been betrayed by his own family. He had been schemed and

his fingers on the armrest and tapped

a man beside her," he said. "He’s

Josh blinked "A wheelchair?"

His tone was skeptical

confirmed. "And I must admit, I was a bit surprised too. Despite

does good looks have to do with anything? My daughter—Josh Anderson’s daughter—isn’t meant for trash," he snapped, anger flashing in

you’re overreacting? She doesn’t even know she is an Anderson. How can you then define trash or

her back." Josh instructed

using force to get her back might only push her further away. She might resist besides I would doubt if she isn’t as stubborn as you." He concluded

Even using their special forces should anybody try to stop them—but that would only make things worse. She

him. His father was a man betrayed by his own blood, robbed of love and life by a cruel family; weighed down by