Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 240: Lady Bright

Silent whispers still echoed from Davis’s dramatic entrance even as the new post made its way to the hot search.

Taking a deep breath, Davis relaxed his back on the wheelchair as he scrolled leisurely through his phone.

He hadn’t expected it. It is baffling as well as surprising to him that from the confines of her sickbed, she had turned the tide when they aren’t even in country Y but in a new city Noveria. He hadn’t expected such a miracle from home.

But there it was.The tide had turned, and everyone knew it, his heart felt warm.

Her post was everywhere—viral, shared and reposted, comments flooding in like a tidal wave of support and curiosity flooded her handle.

#LadyBright, are you sure this company is reliable?" some queried.

#LadyBright, I’m rethinking my withdrawal. I’m investing higher!

#Did the haters just get slapped? Looks like J&D was sabotaged!

#If Lady Bright supports them, this company’s stronger than we thought.

#Is no one talking about how stunning she looks tonight in the dress? I wished I am at the launch to get a good view of the dress. I believe it must be her designs." Another post commented.

#LadyBright, will you marry me?#

#LadyBright, see you at the launch—let’s invest in success!#

A smile tugged at his lips as he read them one after another.

Davis paused on her last post she made about an hour ago with a selfie attached. Opening the image, he downloaded and saved to his phone in a quick and concise manner.

The soft hopeful message of success in her post pierced through Davis’s guarded composure.

His eyes drifted to the main entrance in anticipation "Could it mean... she’s coming?" he wondered in contemplation. His heart fluttering lightly.

"Or worse... did she already arrive?" he pondered with growing tension. His eyes scanning round the room.

"She shouldn’t push herself—not when she’s been so ill." But knowing Jessica, she would move mountains if it meant protecting those she loved.

Not healthy... yet trying to show up for him.

His chest tightened. Under the mask, his eyes stung, the burn threatening to betray him. He blinked it back.

Davis couldn’t help but wonder what good deed he’d done to deserve a wife like her. Even when the sky threatened to collapse, she was the one holding it up for him.

him and ruin with an unshakable determination and confidence. When the world tried to bury him, she held the sky

to pull her into a tight embrace, to thank her with no

weak to even take

to find out who had tried to destroy them... and make them pay.

Davis returned his focus

resumed its earlier elegance with

in the hall, someone else was taken aback

He hadn’t expected Davis to have business ties to Lady Bright—The elusive designer-tycoon? The

her ability, she had just handed

his expression guarded with intrigue. Alex made his way toward Davis and took a seat beside

If Alex Gondalo, heir and CEO of the Gondalo Group, is discussing

smirk tugging at Alex’s lips, had a foreboding of something

bombshell. "You have to help

Davis asked, confused and contemplatively because as long as tonight matters, he is

Bright," Alex

like thunder, Davis breath quickened lightly. His mind swirling with several reasons

expression remained indifferent as though it had nothing

didn’t need to respond—because fate

black luxury car glided to a stop at the edge of the red carpet. The flashes from the cameras started even before the door

entrance, a thought crossing their minds as quiet whispers and astonishment coursed through the

guest and

that Lady Bright

the international designer

she will be the special guest of Angel wears

in heavy weight investors just after the news of them being

is no surprise because these investors might have been on the guest

think someone

GLOBALS might become the leading company in Noveria after

to see the investor and guest in the car, the atmosphere inside the car is quite different, Jessica took slow calming breath to steady

of the medication has not really worn off but then this trip

last-minute adjustments to her makeup. "You’ve got this." She said as she quickly fixed a stray curl before

she graceful

silver heel as it stepped on the marble floor. Then came the gown—a flowing evening gown in deep red wine that shimmered like

bare with a V-shaped neck revealing glimpses of her flawless skin adding a soft touch to the aura of

face, partly hidden behind a delicate silver mask, radiating elegance and Sophiscation. Her hair

full view of the crowd,

walked the red carpet. Every step poised with grace. Each click of her heels on the marble stone was the beat of a queen who knows her