Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 263: Be careful...

Hearing her call his name, Marcus slowly retracted his gaze from Davis. It settled on Jessica for a moment, his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile.

"Never expected the great Allen grandson and his wife to visit me. What an honor," he said mockingly, his voice gravelly with age and regret.

Davis wheeled himself further into the cell, his eyes calmly scanning the dreary room.

"Seems like you’ve been expecting me," Davis replied coldly. "Well, I’m here now."

He studied Marcus’s features carefully—calculating, trying to decode the intent behind the man’s words. He’d interrogated four others before now, and a pattern had emerged: every trail, every whisper of conspiracy, pointed back to one central cause—an old feud with the Allen family. And if there was one truth Davis believed in, it was this: the enemy of an enemy is often a friend—or at least a useful pawn.

Regardless of how many answers he uncovered, he had one goal: to understand what his father died protecting, to identify the hands behind the act, and, if possible—make them pay.

Marcus exhaled deeply, a weariness shadowing his eyes. "I assume no one knows you’re here. But you should know it won’t be long before someone notices. So, tell me—what answers do you seek?"

"Why are you so eager to talk?" Davis asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Shouldn’t I be taking your life for your part in all of this?"

Marcus chuckled lightly. "Eager? Maybe I am," he said, his voice distant, lost in memory. "Some mistakes haunt you. I only want to amend the past... correct what I once helped destroy."

Jessica, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the man’s hollow expression. "You sound like a man filled with regrets. Why?"

"Regrets?" Marcus echoed. "Yes. Many. But now... now I just want the truth to be known, even if it’s too late."

He turned to Davis.

"The answers you seek aren’t written in any report or buried in any public record. Your father’s death was orchestrated by a few elite men who wanted to control the power."

He paused, then continued, "Your father, Alex, discovered something. Something that could have taken the Allen Group to heights no one imagined. That discovery made him a threat."

Davis tensed. "Go on."

"At the time, your mother led the R&D division. Under her leadership, they made groundbreaking advancements. They were a force in the industry—formidable and envied."

Marcus’s voice dropped lower. "By sheer luck, your father encountered a dying psychic who entrusted him with a prototype of an advanced accumulation and sustainable energy system. Though revolutionary, it is dangerous, too."

He looked up, locking eyes with Davis. "When he began development, the Louis family caught wind of it. That’s when the real problems started."

believe this?" Davis

his lips. He wiped it with the back of his hand, then chuckled dryly. "You don’t have to believe

over the tech. He refused. The Louis family, driven

was their plan?" Davis asked

the tech. If he

why kidnap my sister and me?" Davis

plan gone wrong. The idea was to hold you as leverage to force Alex to surrender the prototype. But before any negotiation could

at the name. "Desmond

"Desmond never accepted his younger brother’s authority. When the council failed to sway Alex, Desmond took matters into his own hands. After the ’accident,’ they monitored your parents, hoping they’d

"Was anyone else caught in

knew about the prototype and began asking questions after the accident. Her husband, driven by greed and an

turned to Jessica. "You know how

fell over the trio. Anger, cold and controlled, simmered

the end, it was Desmond, George... and Louis,"

Allen empire. That’s why he forced his adopted daughter to marry Aaron. Desmond promised to deliver the prototype

the only

narrowed. "A

"A young man... out for

had remained silent until now, frowned. "How do

isn’t just some criminal group. We

him, his voice now ice-cold. "So this is your attempt

just

your part in this," Davis said, his voice

to take my life—because whether it’s now or later, the result is the same. But ask yourself... is that the justice your father would have wanted? Or would he want you to finish what

grip tightened on Davis’s shoulder. Her ears picked up the rising noise—hurried

We need to go," she whispered.

your lead. Investigate what I’ve told you. Dig deeper. You’ll

lingered a moment, his gaze locked with Marcus’s. "You’d better pray this information is true.

smile. "Then you’ll come back.

pray," Davis said coldly, "because I will definitely be back. No one involved in that

lips curled lightly. "You call the shots. Just make sure you choose wisely—and protect the

ears perked at the echoing rush of footsteps outside the cell. It was faint at first—barely a murmur against