Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 253: She’s not Lady Bright...

~Gando Groups~

Alex dropped his phone onto the table with a clatter, pressing his fingers against his temple as a dull ache pulsed through his head.

His eyes shifted to the framed sketch of Lady Bright on the table, her delicate mask etched in soft pencil strokes. stood on the table like a sacred memento.

It wasn’t just a picture. It was a haunting memory. A fixation.

The walls around him bore her image too. The sketches of her in countless outfits, caught in elegant poses, each one more captivating than the last.

Stepping into this cold, domineering CEO’s office felt like entering a private art gallery. Yet every canvas, every artwork told the same story depicting the same woman—Lady Bright.

Behind the grand mahogany desk, he worked relentlessly, files sprawled and scattered, folders wide open before him like puzzle pieces. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he typed furiously on his computer. He had to race against time to get this document ready.

Across from him sat Nuella, a young, fair lady. Her posture poised, her outfit perfectly curated, every inch the rich heiress she was raised to be. But behind the elegance was a heart unraveling.

"Alex," you can’t tell me there’s no place for me in your life after all these years," her voice trembled slightly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

He didn’t even flinch. "Nuella, save yourself the stress and return to your parents. Tell them to nullify the arrangement. I won’t honour this marriage. You’re not my choice," His words were cold, cutting and final.

Her lips parted, stunned. And then the tears came—quiet, reluctant, painful. She couldn’t believe she had lost Alex.

Her crush on him had blossomed into hope when her parents proposed the marriage. She had accepted with joy, she had imagined their engagement as a fairytale fulfilled, thinking it was a dream come true, not a rejection painted in frost.

But for Alex, it was a nightmare. He never wanted anyone else.

As though a thought struck her, she dried her tears and glared at him. "Alex, are you treating me this way because of your obsession with that unknown lady?" she shrieked.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Alex glanced at her coolly, then rose slowly from his seat. Each step were slow and deliberate as he closed the distance between them. His gaze, menacing, his towering frame cast a shadow over her seated one, and when he spoke, his voice was ice. "Nuella," he whispered darkly, "you don’t speak about her. You don’t call her unknown. Say that again and I swear, you’ll find yourself begging on the street."

the desk before storming out of the office. His fury radiating from him,

How dare she?

reduce her to

she even

it defied explanation. The years Jessica

made it impossible to erase

marry a woman who could never match up—certainly not

his fraying nerves, wondering why Davis wanted to

stepped out, slid into his car, and drove

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take time explaining the backstory behind it. As he spoke, realization hit

night. As usual, whenever her name was mentioned publicly, she

to remain anonymous—far from the intrusive lens

sound of a car entering the compound

then

his chair to greet

to finish

"I couldn’t. I left right

it’s not," Davis

the sitting room. Alex loosened his tie, frustration clear on his face, uncorked the bottle, refilled

setting the glass down. "What’s this about?" his sharp gaze

"I’m leaving

now?" he

came here to do and I still have things to handle in Country Y," Davis