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

his lips. He wiped it with the back of his hand, then chuckled dryly. "You

he hand over the tech.

plan?" Davis asked

Marcus said. "Take the tech. If he

sister and me?" Davis

a plan gone wrong. The idea was to hold you as leverage to force Alex to surrender the prototype. But

hands clenched at

Desmond took matters into his own hands. After

was tight. "Was anyone else caught in

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

Jessica. "You know how

Anger, cold and controlled, simmered beneath their

George... and

forced his adopted daughter to marry Aaron. Desmond promised to

Desmond isn’t the only player. He’s become a pawn

eyes narrowed.

"A young man... out for vengeance.

remained silent until now, frowned. "How do

a thin smile. "The Brotherhood of Daggers and Serpents isn’t just some criminal group. We deal in intelligence, too. Information flows freely in

ice-cold. "So this

"Maybe. Or maybe I’m just giving you the

could pay for your part in this," Davis

decided. I won’t fight it if you choose to take my life—because whether it’s now or later,

tightened on Davis’s shoulder. Her ears

We need to go,"

lead. Investigate what

moment, his gaze locked with Marcus’s. "You’d better pray

"Then you’ll

definitely be back. No one involved in that

"You call the shots. Just make sure you choose wisely—and protect the Allen family from the hands grappling for it," he

It was faint at first—barely a murmur against the stone corridor—but it was growing