Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 255: Returning Fair and square...

The early morning air in Noveria was still and heavy, cloaked in the shadows of morning clouds, the sun still hidden behind a thick curtain of mist. The residents have yet to start the day. It was an unusually quiet morning, with the hum of anticipation filling the air.

At Davis’s bungalow, all preparations had been made. Luggage neatly packed as they are all ready for departure to country Y .

In the sitting room, Ethan sat alone, the dim light from his laptop casting a soft glow over his face. His fingers flew over the keyboard, eyes narrowing in concentration.

In the sitting room, Ethan sat quietly, typing on his laptop. He looked calm, but the screen in front of him was filled with urgent reports of the situation of things in Country Y.

Each report worse than the last, every message was like a countdown to disaster. It felt like chaos was waiting to explode. If no action was taken soon, everything might fall apart.

Situation upstairs was in stark contrast to the living room. The bedroom felt strangely still. Jessica sat on the edge of the bed, her chin resting on her palm, her eyes focused on Davis as he stood beside her, clutching his phone hard and pressed to his ear.

His face was cold, his jaw clenched tight, eyes dark and unreadable as he listened to the caller on the other end without uttering any word.

"Thank you," he finally murmured before the line went dead, lowering the phone slowly, his gaze distant and bone-chilling in its silence. A storm was raging inside him.

Jessica, watching him with silent empathy, reached out and gently took his hand. "Davis... calm down," she whispered, her voice soft and steady. "We’re leaving Noveria today. You’re returning to Country Y. This time, fair and square. So you can still handle whatever trouble it is."

His eyes flickered with a glint of purpose. "Yes," he repeated to himself, more firmly. "Fair and square."

"What happened?" she asked gently.

Davis drew in a deep breath, his eyes locking onto hers. "My parents didn’t die by accident. It was planned—by someone close. Some evidence has surfaced, and we’ve caught a few of the culprits."

Jessica’s breath caught for a moment. But then, she offered him a calm, reassuring smile, patting the back of his hand.

"Then, it’s good. When we get back then we can look into the situation and handle them appropriately. Then, make sure to tie up the loose ends, and we’ll build something new from the ashes. Okay?"

into a brief hug, pressed

breath, he slowly settles down in his wheelchair to exit the bedroom. With

briefly, casting one last look around the room, committing its arrangement to memory with a sigh. Then she stepped out, locked the door behind her, and tucked the

rest downstairs, Alex stood awkwardly by the entrance. Despite the

her handbag in her hand, a wave of emotions crossing his face—confusion, longing, jealousy, and something deeper that he didn’t want to acknowledge anymore. The woman he couldn’t

felt in his chest

the door swung open, and Becky stormed in, breathless. ". "Thank God I made it," she said, throwing her arms around Jessica wrapping

chuckled, pulling away. "Don’t forget our deal," she

going to be amazing, it will be the best year

Davis felt uncomfortable from his stare but he braced himself to

again. Though he greeted everyone politely, his eyes never left her. She took Becky’s hand and led

Can you take care of her for me?" she said with a soft

What’s going on? New? Who’s new? Why am I being handed over?

hesitation. Still, he gently took Becky’s hand, offering a

Maybe... this was

already trying to pull her hand away. He sighed.

Mr. Stan held open a door for Davis and Jessica, while Ethan

greeted by hostesses. Moments later, their plane

had a light breakfast. Jessica, Davis, and Ethan quickly shifted into work mode. Deborah, along with the attendants, made sure everything else

to dissuade Jessica from working.

away at her laptop. Once she’d made up her mind, even Davis couldn’t

financial report of the Allen Group to your inbox," Jessica said,

surprised. "How did you get it? And how can you be sure it’s

source. And if it had been doctored properly, there wouldn’t be

tea. "Take a look at this acquisition contract. Something’s