Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 208: Davis, you are dead...

By the time they returned to the hotel, the day had almost ended. The sun had dipped low, casting long shadows across the parking lot.

The day had drained every drop of strength from their bodies. None of them said a word—the silence spoke volumes.

The emotional weight from what they had seen hung over them like a thick cloud. The ruined building, once a symbol of pride and hard work, now stood as a hollow reminder of what was lost.

For Davis and Ethan, it was more than a destroyed building. It was years of blood, sweat, and sacrifice—burned to ashes by envy and betrayal. Their hearts ached in ways words could not explain. The shock had yet to wear off.

No one had expected such devastation.

Jessica, on the other hand was stunned, she had never witnessed anything like it. In her world and imagination, companies were supposed to bring profit and growth — not end in ruins like this, not scenes of destruction.

Her mind ran wild with thoughts, questions poured in. Who would do this? Why? What did they hope to gain from such destruction? How could something built with so much effort fall so quickly? She continuously tried to make sense of it.

The more she thought, the more confused she became. No answer came. Everything felt too far away, like trying to hold onto smoke

As the driver parked the car at the hotel entrance, Ethan and Jessica worked together to help Davis back to his room though he walks around in the house in slow steps, he still uses help outside the house.

The driver, a local, was offered a separate room nearby so he could be called upon easily if needed.

Once Davis settled on the couch, Ethan sighed, gave him curt nod and quietly slipped out. He needed rest, even if it was brief. His phone hadn’t stopped ringing, and he couldn’t ignore the calls forever.

Some were officially but one of the callers was Bella and if he still refuses to answer and make it clear the next minute she might board the plane to Noveria and that isn’t wise. But at the moment, he couldn’t afford to leave Davis alone.

Back in the room, Jessica dropped onto the bed with a loud sigh, letting her body sink into the soft mattress. Her limbs felt like lead. Her body ached from the flight and the tension of the day. She felt exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

"Are you okay?" Davis asked gently. Despite his own pain, he walked over slowly and sat down beside the bed to massage her legs. She was clearly still feeling the effects of the long journey, and today’s stress hadn’t helped.

"I am," she replied with a faint nod. She stared at the ceiling, her face calm but her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Everything that had happened today—the depleted company, the loss, the pain, they all came rushing back. She felt a strange sense of responsibility stir within her.

"I think I’ll take a short nap," she whispered. "Just a few hours... I need to clear my head."

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– Allen Group

a man on the edge. He stormed into the Allen Group in a different car to avoid been noticed. Skillfully he entered the official parking lot,

him furious. He was sure it would work. He was sure he would have eaten the food

and ruined everything. Now she played innocent when her

top of that, the internet was exploding with

once respected, was now dragged through the mud. Rumors, gossip, articles — all of them filled the airwaves. Wherever he went, he saw the same looks:

I could lay hand on that call girl, she must have been the one to leak the damn video." He thought

office late— the same one he had taken by force after

air felt heavy, thick with judgment. He could feel the mocking

muttered. "Why does

had tried to rise above the shadow of the Allens. But instead, he had sunk deeper. His head

earlier. There were too many calls—investors demanding answers, partners questioning his leadership,

he felt. They just wanted

office—his so-called victory. He had taken it by force, without approval, and now it felt like a prison. Cold. Lifeless. Every day in that chair

group thriving under that

succeed where

this office only shine when that cripple sat

and intimidating Davis had always been when sitting on that chair before the accident. It was as though he

hands clenched into

the same age as Davis, yet he’s

blazing. He didn’t want to believe he couldn’t compare to a little boy

him from his thoughts. The door creaked open, and his assistant peeked

The assistant entered

has called for a meeting.

Desmond’s eyes narrowed. "Why?"

tried to find out, but they

lie or hidden motive. But the man had grown

"Hmph," he grunted.

but Desmond’s voice stopped him. "What about the news?" he asked, his tone low and

remembered the long night spent trying to control the online uproar. He had roped in the PR department, spent money, made calls—but the story refused to