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

house staff called softly, "the driver sent by the

"Thank you," she responded.

close. Keep your distance, but don’t

came the prompt

also placed a call to Davis, and he picked up on the first ring. "Ready?"

driver has arrived," she

Can I get a photo to keep

home to see her off, but with so much left

thinking I might embarrass you and you’re spot-checking?" she

photo of his wife. Is that too much to ask?" he replied,

giving a full view of her face. After the

bringing smiles on her face. Sliding the phone

took graceful steps

the Santiago crest shimmered

respectfully opened the rear door just

few staff

the same thought: Sir and Madam are truly a

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

Jessica leaned her head slightly against the headrest, her eyes fixed

streets, its engine humming softly. The driver remained alert, careful to avoid any mishaps. He had

glass and stone. Jessica remained composed, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her gaze

hills where the Santiago estate was nestled, the landscape changed—refined, reserved,

a long cobblestone driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and vintage