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.

thing was certain—Noveria was on the cusp of a change and the

the hustle of the commercial district, in the tranquil of an

The clock had long struck 10 a.m., and yet both Davis and

the sunlight filtered through the trees, dancing on the tiled rooftops, and casting dappled shadows across the

between flowered branches. The vibrant scent of

compound’s serenity was pure—a haven crafted perfectly for rest and relaxation. A contrast to

his rounds, trimming and watering the carefully manicured landscape. The household remained quiet except for

the live-in cook and housekeeper, stood with concern etched into her features. A

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.

woman in her late fifties with graying hair and kind eyes, she had been employed by Ethan,

just for her culinary mastery that spanned far

deeply for the couple—not romantically, but emotionally. She appreciated

he was reserved and complicated. Despite Davis’s limited mobility, he never barked orders but

Jessica, she felt like she was watching her own daughter find

daughter—beautiful, composed, and considerate, the humility with which Jessica carried herself despite being married to a man of

anxiously toward the hallway. Her instincts tugged at her to check on them. She hesitated, then began climbing the stairs with slow,

hand raised, to knock—but froze midway only to

were simply tired? What

around, frustrated with herself, muttering about not wanting to disturb their peace, frustration simmering beneath her quiet

going on, it was him. Determined, her feet moved swiftly toward the end of the hallway, where Ethan’s

with fatigue. His usual sharp appearance was replaced with a disheveled look. His voice was groggy as he greeted

apologetic smile. "I’m

shook his

down. I was worried

and exhaled. "Don’t worry," he assured her. "We were all up until almost five this morning, finalizing plans for today. They’re just catching some