Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 250: A deal...

Watching as Deborah padded toward the door to usher in the guest, Jessica let out a slow sigh. It seemed all mothers shared a similar trait, a tendency to be selfish when it came to their children. Her own mother had been no different.

Years ago, while her mother battled a grave illness counting and living out her last days, she had been more concerned of herself as she continuously made more arrangements to secure her future.

She set aside education funds, preparing her dowry, and transferring shares of various companies to Jessica’s name.

Ensuring she’d have something—anything—when left alone.

Meanwhile, George had played family man with his mistress, uncaring whether Jessica even made it through high school. Rather immediately her mother died just in a few days she became a stranger they dealt with her and sent her to the countryside.

She sighed again, but a worrying thought crossed her mind. "If Deborah has a son for the Watts family... doesn’t that make her the wife of the Watts family?" she muttered.

"What happened... and what’s the mystery behind it?" she mused, trying to piece the puzzle together.

While she was still contemplating, Deborah returned, leading in a young, handsome man. His tanned skin, well-toned muscles, and long legs gave him an intimidating aura. Even from the distance, Jessica could feel the cold yet harmless energy radiating off him.

She blinked. She couldn’t believe she had just analyzed the man’s body so thoroughly. "What would Davis think if he could read my mind right now?" she thought with amusement, imagining his stormy expression.

A low chuckle escaped her lips as she clicked her tongue. "Not my type."

Redirecting her gaze back to the files in front of her, she focused on finishing her work.

"Madam, he is here," Deborah said, stopping before her with the young man.

Jessica took a deep breath and lifted her gaze to meet theirs. "You’re welcome. Please, have a seat," she said, nodding toward the chair opposite her. Then, she returned to her work. "Deborah, please serve him tea while I wrap this up," she added quietly.

calm and gentle, his gaze lingering on Jessica with a thoughtful

son of the Watts family, he had his own connections and

tugged at his lips. He

her design, then downed the contents of a glass beside her in one gulp before shifting her attention back to her guest.

Jessica asked, casting

"Daniel," he replied curtly.

didn’t miss the subtle flicker in his

too well. she had worn it herself whenever someone attached her

not let the Watts hear you say that," he retorted, his voice calm, carefully

intrigued Jessica. He was guarding

"So, what can I do

a deep breath, his gaze meeting hers as emotions

his mother had suggested over the phone that he meet with

a mess of things worked in his favor yet now they wanted

to be the legal wife of Watts, but thanks to the injustice and scheming of the previous generation, she had been labeled a mistress and he, the illegitimate son. He was only "legitimate" when convenient and whenever he had to clean up after them and now —He

Jessica was the only key to his liberation

as always, noticed his hesitation. "Deborah, can you

to

the couch and chuckled. "Can we drop

really not simple, Lady

that your mother doesn’t know,"

her past self. Someone hiding strength beneath layers of meekness. Someone whose worth was only acknowledged when it served others. The kind of person the family