Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 196: Rumours & invitation

~Jessica’s Mansion~

The day had started off well, though the sky was a bit cloudy as the changing weather signaled the arrival of a new season.

Jessica and Davis had woken up early but weren’t in the mood to leave the bed; instead, they snuggled into each other’s arms, savoring the warmth and quiet moments together.

Davis was playing with a strand of her hair lost in a deep thought while she was in no rush to leave the house snuggled comfortably in Davis’s arms, she flipped through various online tabloids, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

But that peace shattered the moment her eyes caught the trending headline. She sat up instantly, her heart thudding.

"This can’t be happening," she whispered, staring at the screen as if trying to make sense of it. Her brow furrowed as she scanned through the news trending on the tabloids, her breath coming in gasps.

This wasn’t good.

She had always known her company’s fashion week usually brought unnecessary hype, but it had never started this early. It wasn’t even close to the scheduled date. The company hadn’t released the theme, designs, or promotional materials yet. So, who leaked this news? Why now?" She mused.

Davis noticed the sudden shift in her mood. "What is it?" he asked, his tone calm but curious.

Jessica handed him the phone, her expression turning serious. "Take a look at this. Maybe you can help analyze because as far as I know this isn’t good for the company at all."

Davis took the phone and began reading. His eyebrows lifted as he scanned the content.

A glaring headline stood out on the tabloids with so many other blogs posting and re-posting with viral hashtags.

"Who is the real power behind Angel Wears?"

"Angel’s Wears Boss unveiled."

"Angel’s Wear theme for the fashion week."

"Angel’s Wear CEO working with a human puppet."

"Mysterious Boss unveiled."

With several mosaiced photos attached.

Y was louder than ever

accessible to everyone. Whether you were a millionaire, middle-class, or struggling

luxurious fabrics and stitched with the finest hands.

to stand out and

the lower-income earners were not left out. Angel Wear had lines specifically tailored for them—simpler styles, affordable prices, but still carrying the charm and quality the brand was known for. It made them feel closer to the world of luxury, even

for all. Over the years, it had steadily risen to become a leader in the fashion industry—not just

of life marked the date in their calendars. Fashion lovers gathered, social media buzzed, and the media

were always spectacular. Invitations were exclusive, the runway shows

the buzz started even earlier than

company. He had always taken public responsibility for

surfacing. Some speculated there was someone else behind the scenes, someone more powerful,

media. Hashtags trended overnight. Threads speculated. Theories clashed online. #Real Boss

news outlets picked up the story. Comment

remained loyal to Richard, while others claimed there had

through the post as it continued

of hype would have been great if we were about to launch... But four months early? That’s

nodded. "Exactly. We haven’t started promotions yet. No dates announced. No press releases. Nothing.

working day and night to prepare the designs for the upcoming

top designers. A final meeting had been scheduled

on the identity of the company’s mysterious boss, it seemed the attention was shifting from the fashion itself

"This shouldn’t be happening

his temples in deep thought.

nodded again, her fingers drumming

for it and handed it over. She

he asked without

despite the tension. "Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Who released

been trying to trace the source, but whoever

be exposed," Jessica finished for him, her

the team leaked

terrifying. If people knew she was the true creative mind behind Angel Wears, her peace, safety, and business

"Don’t stress too much. Let the news die out naturally. But this is

words, she ended the call and turned to Davis with a smile that didn’t reach