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.

When the world tried to bury him, she

pull her into a tight embrace, to thank her with no words, only presence. But she

and weak to even take this photo,

had

a long sigh, Davis returned

with series of

the hall, someone else was taken aback as he viewed

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

she had just handed

quickly and walked toward Davis, his expression guarded with intrigue. Alex made his way toward Davis and took a seat beside him and both

sight of them talking stirred a ripple through the crowd. Their expression one of disbelief. If Alex Gondalo, heir and CEO of the

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

came the bombshell. "You

contemplatively because as long as tonight matters, he is the

Bright," Alex said

lightly. His mind swirling with several reasons why Alex

raced, Davis’ expression remained indifferent as though

nor denied. He didn’t need to respond—because fate chose that moment to make an

from the cameras started even before the door

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

guest and

Lady Bright

that the international designer

heard she will be the special guest of Angel wears

you find this surprising and suspicious that J&D GLOBALS is pulling in heavy weight investors just after

shook his head lightly, to him there is no surprise because these investors might have been on the guest

someone

might become the leading company in Noveria after

car, the atmosphere inside the car is quite different, Jessica took slow calming

the medication has not really worn

said as she quickly fixed a

suit as she graceful alighted the car.

in sight was her silver heel as it stepped on the marble floor. Then came the

graceful legs with every poised step. Her back bare with

behind a delicate silver mask, radiating elegance and Sophiscation. Her hair cascaded in

into the full view of the crowd, a collective gasp

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