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.

the cusp of a

commercial district, in the tranquil of an upscale

and Jessica remained curled under their duvet, embraced

tiled rooftops, and casting dappled shadows across

chirped from the garden treetops, flitting between flowered branches. The vibrant scent of freshly bloomed flowers wafted gently through the windows, carried by

pure—a haven crafted perfectly for rest and relaxation. A contrast to the storm of activity

landscape. The household remained quiet except for the faint clatter of dishes from

Lady Deborah, the live-in cook and housekeeper, stood with concern etched into her features. A tray of breakfast—steaming eggs, buttered toast, spiced plantains, and freshly

at the grand silver clock

sunrise. But today, no footsteps echoed from above. No soft voices. No sign

late fifties with graying hair and kind eyes, she had been employed by Ethan, Davis’s right-hand man, shortly

had taken an immediate liking to her—not just for her culinary mastery that

but emotionally. She appreciated their humility, their respect for staff,

mobility, he never barked

was watching her own daughter find

her features reminded her so much of her own daughter—beautiful, composed, and considerate, the humility with which Jessica carried herself despite being married to a man of great wealth—it

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

to

tired? What if she was

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

would know what was going on, it was him. Determined, her feet moved

with fatigue. His usual sharp appearance was replaced with a disheveled look. His voice was groggy as he greeted her in a low, husky voice "Good

smile. "I’m sorry

his

was worried and breakfast had been ready for a while," She

until almost five this morning, finalizing plans for today.