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.

stood between him and ruin with an unshakable determination and confidence. When the

more than to pull her into a tight embrace, to thank her with no words, only presence. But she hadn’t come. Or... had

how hard it must’ve been for her—sick, drowsy, and weak to even take this photo, let alone dragging a weak body

had tried to destroy them... and make

out a long sigh, Davis returned his focus

the gala resumed its earlier elegance with series of events initially planned been rolled out in

was taken aback as he viewed

to have business ties to Lady Bright—The elusive designer-tycoon? The social media sensation? Let alone her public support

had just handed Davis

expression guarded with intrigue. Alex made his way toward Davis and took a seat beside him and both of them discussed quietly about

disbelief. If Alex Gondalo, heir and CEO of the Gondalo Group, is discussing seriously with the masked man in a wheelchair, then whoever this man was...

the sly smirk tugging at Alex’s lips, had a

came the bombshell. "You

as

Alex said

His mind swirling with

Davis’ expression remained indifferent as though it had nothing to do with

He didn’t need to respond—because fate chose that moment to make an announcement

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

gaze of the guests snapped toward the entrance, a thought crossing their minds as quiet whispers and astonishment coursed through the

guest and investor had

that Lady Bright

that the

special guest of Angel wears fashion week in Country Y."

just after the news of them being a

to him there is no surprise because these investors might have been on the guest list

I think someone had

become the leading company in Noveria after this

in the car, the atmosphere inside the car is quite

has not really worn off

this." She said as

followed suit as she graceful

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

revealing long, graceful legs with every poised step. Her back bare with a V-shaped neck revealing glimpses of her flawless skin adding a soft

partly hidden behind a delicate silver mask, radiating elegance and Sophiscation. Her hair cascaded in soft waves

into the full view of

step poised with grace. Each click of her heels on the marble stone was the beat of a queen who