Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 277: Visiting the Santiagos’

Jessica remained in the study, working on the final details of the fashion week. The day felt different—maybe she had been too busy, or perhaps it was another hormonal shift but she didn’t feel sleepy.

By the time she stretched her back and glanced at the wall clock, it was already a few minutes to five in the evening.

The sun had begun its slow descent, casting long golden shadows across the mansion grounds.

A calm hush settled in the air, the earlier warmth replaced by a mellow breeze. Slowly, she stood up and made her way to the bedroom, hoping to get ready.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the tall window of her bedroom, gazing out in silence. She could feel it in her chest—the tightening, the subtle anticipation of an encounter long overdue.

It wasn’t just any visit. It felt like crossing a threshold, stepping into something unknown yet oddly familiar. She dreaded the outcome, yet backing out wasn’t an option.

After a brief pause, she turned and walked toward the bathroom, where she took a warm bath to calm her nerves.

Out of the bathroom, she passed into her walk-in closet. As she stepped inside, the lights came alive in her presence, casting a warm glow over rows of carefully arranged designer pieces.

Her fingers brushed past velvet, satin, and lace until they paused before a classic, floor-length gown in a deep wine shade. Elegant, composed, and commanding—it reflected exactly how she needed to feel. Just like Davis said: she had to carefully choose what to wear in preparation for whoever she was meeting.

She slipped into it slowly, the fabric clinging softly to her form and accentuating her figure. The draped bodice cleverly concealed the subtle roundness of her baby bump. The sweetheart neckline rested gracefully on her shoulders, complemented by long sleeves that flared subtly at the wrists.

She turned to face the mirror, adjusting the gown slightly before reaching for a pair of delicate diamond studs and a slender bracelet both simple and striking in appearance.

At the vanity, she applied her makeup with slow, careful strokes. Soft tones for the eyes, a muted boldness to the lips subtly showcasing her grace and strength with poise. Her hair was styled in a sleek low bun, a few curled tendrils brushing the sides of her face.

When she finally emerged from the closet, the room had taken on an amber hue, basking in the last touch of sunlight.

She picked up a black clutch with gold detailing and paused for a breath. Carefully, she slid her feet into low-heeled stilettos. With one last glance in the mirror, she nodded. She was ready.

knock on the door interrupted her

softly, "the driver sent

"Thank you," she responded.

to her personal driver. "Stay close. Keep your distance, but don’t leave the

came

call to Davis, and he

ready. Their driver has

photo to keep as a souvenir?" he

have returned home to see her off, but with so much left to do, he could

lightly. "Are you thinking I might embarrass you and

dare I spot-check an international designer? I’m just a husband asking for a photo of his wife. Is that too much to ask?" he replied,

view of her face. After the call ended, she captured a full

"Beautiful" with a heart emoji bringing smiles on her face. Sliding the

graceful steps

the black luxury vehicle with the Santiago crest shimmered faintly

chauffeur, immaculately dressed in grey and black livery, stepped forward and respectfully opened the rear door

she walked out of the mansion, the hem of her gown swaying gently with each step. A few staff members watched her in awe not just because of how she looked, but because

and Madam are truly a match made in

closed quietly behind her, and

the city lights bloomed around her, Jessica leaned her head slightly against the headrest, her eyes fixed

its engine humming softly. The driver remained alert, careful to avoid any mishaps. He had received clear instructions before the

windows, the city unfolded in glowing hues as street lights flickered to life, casting golden reflections on glass and stone. Jessica remained composed, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her gaze distant,

pulled into the quiet hills where the Santiago estate

approach, revealing a long cobblestone driveway