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 raising concerns for Jessica and

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

luxurious fabrics and stitched with the finest hands. Each piece whispered

stand out and budget-friendly enough not to break the bank. These designs gave

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 if

Over the years, it had steadily risen to become a leader in

company’s annual Fashion Week was not just a show—it was a movement. Citizens from all walks of life marked the date in their

events were always spectacular. Invitations were exclusive, the runway shows extravagant, and the designs

however, the buzz started even earlier

believed Richard was the head of the company. He had always taken public responsibility

there was someone else behind the

spread like wildfire across social media. Hashtags trended overnight. Threads speculated. Theories clashed online. #Real Boss Of Angel’s

Within hours, several blogs and news outlets picked up the story. Comment sections filled with

public was divided. Some remained loyal to Richard, while others claimed there had always been a mystery figure pulling

few moments of reading through the post as it continued gaining momentum, he leaned back

would have been great if we were about to launch...

promotions yet. No

was tight with frustration. She had spent weeks working

from the company’s top designers. A final meeting

of the company’s mysterious boss, it seemed the attention

and fell with quiet anxiety. "This shouldn’t be happening

rubbed his temples in deep thought.

her fingers drumming against

phone buzzed on the coffee table. Davis reached for it and handed it over. She picked it up quickly.

going on?" he

I be asking you that?

sighing heavily. "We’ve been trying to trace the source, but whoever it

Jessica finished for him, her voice

team leaked

being out was terrifying. If people knew she was the true creative mind behind Angel Wears,

and softened her tone. "Don’t stress too much. Let the news die

call and turned to Davis with a smile that