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?"

pulled her into a brief hug,

to exit the bedroom. With practiced ease, he wheeled himself

arrangement to memory with a sigh.

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

she strolled downstairs, her handbag in her hand, a wave of emotions crossing his face—confusion, longing, jealousy, and something deeper that he didn’t

his chest tightening painfully. His gaze trailed to Jessica, standing beside

stormed in, breathless. ". "Thank God I made it," she said,

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

her a mischievous smile. "This year? It’s going to be amazing, it will be the best year

his stare

he greeted everyone politely, his eyes never left

new here. Can you take care of

blinked, confused. What’s going on? New? Who’s new? Why am I being handed over? Her thoughts

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

best," he said—more to himself than anyone. Maybe... this was Jessica giving him a way out, a substitute

at Becky, who was already trying to pull her hand away. He sighed.

waited at the entrance. Mr. Stan held open a door for Davis and Jessica, while Ethan and Deborah joined Daniel in his own

was greeted by hostesses. Moments later, their plane left

work mode. Deborah, along with the attendants, made sure everything else

to dissuade Jessica from

smiled and tapped away at her laptop. Once

financial report of the Allen Group to your inbox," Jessica said, eyes on her screen. "Something

surprised. "How did you get it? And how can you be sure it’s not

have my source. And if it had been doctored properly,

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