Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 232: A day to relaunch...

~One Week Later ~

This morning in Noveria was unusually mild, with a warm breeze swirling gently through the city, heralding the full embrace of spring. Sunlight danced lazily through the delicate veil of clouds, The sky, painted in soft light blue and rays of gold, added a serene beauty to the bustling atmosphere.

Across Noveria major cities and suburbs, digital billboards and television screens played the same captivating footage over and over: the much-anticipated relaunch advertisement.

Every major news channel—Tabloids and media outlets played the relaunch advertisement in a continuous loop.

With so many hashtags,headlines and posts circulating online.

#A company at its wake #

#Mr. Stan rolls out a new company to replace the previous Allen Group? #

A new company? Who is the man behind the scene?

Noveria experiences a break in the market trend as a new company joins the trend.

A new company? What is the name?

The excitement was contagious. Investors, marketers, distributors, and corporate juggernauts buzzed with anticipation.

The packages being offered were too enticing to ignore, and the promises of innovation, profitability, and partnerships were irresistible.

For some, it was about money and the future. The Noverian’s business tycoons, socialites, and elites saw this rising company as already the next big thing. Their interest was long-term and strategic—they saw wealth, prestige, and global recognition in their future. So, they were sharpening their tools, ready to carve out a slice of the emerging empire.

For others, curiosity ruled, they simply wanted to witness the spectacle and then return to their cautious corners to make decisions later with plans to observe before deciding.

And then, there were the fence-sitters lingering on the sidelines, hesitant yet intrigued—watching, waiting, sucking on the lollipop of skepticism unsure whether to dive in or flee so they can only wait until the tide revealed which way to sway.

was on the cusp of a change and the city continuously buzzed

and the hustle of the commercial district, in the tranquil of an upscale estate, Davis’s

was vastly different. The day had started unusually slow. The clock had long struck 10 a.m., and yet both Davis and Jessica remained curled under their duvet, embraced

tiled rooftops,

from the garden treetops, flitting between flowered branches. The vibrant scent of freshly bloomed flowers wafted gently

pure—a haven crafted perfectly for rest and relaxation. A contrast to the storm of activity and planning that had dominated their lives in

moved with graceful efficiency. The gardener had already completed his rounds, trimming and watering the carefully manicured landscape. The household remained quiet except for the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen and the occasional sweep of brooms

grand dining room, Lady Deborah, the live-in cook and housekeeper, stood with concern etched into her features. A tray of breakfast—steaming eggs, buttered

glanced at the grand silver clock and frowned. Breakfast had been ready for nearly

starting their day before sunrise. But today, no footsteps echoed from above. No soft voices. No sign of life beyond the faint breeze brushing the drapes. It was different. It

graying hair and kind eyes, she had been employed by Ethan,

mastery that spanned far beyond typical Noverian dishes,

emotionally. She appreciated their

limited mobility, he never barked orders but he treated Jessica with a tenderness that contradicted his

felt like she was

the humility with which

dining table, she glanced anxiously toward the hallway. Her instincts tugged at

hand raised, to knock—but

if they were simply tired? What

not wanting to disturb

thought crossed her mind: What about Ethan? If anyone would know what was going on, it was him. Determined, her feet moved swiftly

appearance was replaced with a disheveled look. His

smile. "I’m sorry to

his

wife haven’t come down. I was worried and breakfast had been ready for a while," She continued,

nose and exhaled. "Don’t worry," he assured her. "We were all up until almost five this morning, finalizing plans