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.

the door interrupted

the house staff called softly, "the

"Thank you," she responded.

she made a quick call to her personal driver. "Stay close. Keep your distance, but don’t leave

ma’am," came

placed a call to Davis, and he

driver has arrived," she

get a photo to keep as a souvenir?" he

home to see her off, but with so

thinking I might embarrass

asking for a photo of his

full view of her face. After

heart emoji bringing smiles

graceful steps

the black luxury vehicle with the Santiago crest

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

few staff members watched her in awe not just because of how she looked, but because of

same thought: Sir and Madam are truly a

the car, her expression unreadable. The door closed quietly behind her, and the vehicle

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

streets, its engine humming softly. The driver remained alert, careful to avoid

glowing hues as street lights flickered to life, casting golden reflections on glass and stone. Jessica remained composed,

hills where the Santiago estate was nestled,

at their approach, revealing a long cobblestone driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and