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.

Angel Wear’s upcoming fashion week in Country Y was

other high-end clothing brands, Angel Wear had a unique philosophy: fashion should be accessible to everyone. Whether you were a millionaire, middle-class, or struggling to make ends meet, Angel Wear had something for

designs, crafted from luxurious fabrics and stitched with

stylish yet affordable outfits. They were fashionable enough to stand

charm and quality the brand was known for. It made

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

just a show—it was a movement. Citizens from all walks of life marked the date in their calendars. Fashion lovers gathered, social media buzzed, and

events were always spectacular. Invitations were exclusive, the

even earlier

head of the company. He had always taken public responsibility for the brand, appeared in interviews, and represented Angel Wear

there was someone else behind the scenes,

media. Hashtags trended overnight. Threads speculated. Theories clashed online.

outlets picked up

to Richard, while others claimed there had always been a mystery figure pulling the

a few moments of reading through the post as it continued gaining momentum,

of hype would have been great if we were about to

No dates announced. No press releases. Nothing. And

spent weeks working day and night to prepare the

from the company’s top designers. A final meeting

it seemed the attention was shifting from the

quiet anxiety. "This shouldn’t

deep thought. "Four months before launch,

again, her fingers

Davis reached for it and handed it over. She picked it up

going on?" he asked without any

be asking you that? Who released this kind

don’t know," Richard admitted, sighing heavily. "We’ve been trying to trace the source, but whoever it is has covered their tracks well. It

exposed," Jessica finished

from within the team

The thought of her secret being out was terrifying. If people knew she was the true creative mind behind Angel Wears, her peace, safety, and business freedom could

and softened her tone. "Don’t stress too much. Let the news die out naturally. But this is a warning—we need to be

a few more words, she ended the call and turned to Davis with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "You