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.

buzz around Angel Wear’s upcoming fashion week in Country Y was louder than

to everyone. Whether you were a millionaire, middle-class, or struggling to make ends meet, Angel Wear

and socialites, Angel Wear offered exclusive custom-made designs, crafted from luxurious fabrics and stitched with the finest hands.

the brand offered stylish yet affordable outfits. They were fashionable enough to stand out and budget-friendly enough not to break the bank. These

styles, affordable prices, but still carrying the charm and quality the brand was

for all. Over the years, it had steadily risen to become a leader in the fashion industry—not just in Country Y, but internationally. And with every fashion week, the

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

events were always spectacular. Invitations were exclusive, the runway

year, however, the buzz started even earlier than

taken public responsibility for the brand, appeared

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

media. Hashtags trended overnight. Threads speculated. Theories clashed online. #Real Boss Of Angel’s Wear

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

to Richard, while others claimed there had always been

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

promotions yet. No dates announced. No press releases. Nothing. And

She had spent weeks working day

drafts from the company’s top designers. A final meeting had been scheduled to

the company’s mysterious boss, it seemed the

anxiety. "This shouldn’t be happening now. It’s too

in deep thought.

She nodded again, her fingers drumming

buzzed on the coffee table. Davis reached for it and handed it

going on?" he asked

slightly amused despite the tension. "Shouldn’t I be asking you

trying to trace the source, but whoever it is has covered their tracks well. It could

be exposed," Jessica finished for him, her

within the team leaked it," Richard added

she was the true

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

few more words, she ended the call and turned to Davis with a smile that