Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 287: A large bait...

The assistant’s head snapped towards his boss, taking in the hard lines etched across Desmond’s face. It wasn’t often that Rick saw his boss this tense, his usually calm demeanor riddled with traces of unease. A gnawing sense of curiosity and concern crept into his thoughts.

"What exactly is happening?" Rick wondered silently. Desmond. Uf had been relentless these past few days, hopping from city to city, meeting unseen faces in hidden places.

He had never seen Desmond like this—not even when the Allen board threatened his influence years ago. Rick hadn’t been present the day Desmond visited Davis in the hospital, so the cause of this sudden anxiety remained unknown to him. Still, his instincts screamed that something was unraveling fast.

Recalling his instructions on phone asking him to arrange a press conference and also to arrange a legal team, his heart skipped a beat and his brow furrowed.

As if reflecting on his own uncertain future, Rick narrowed his eyes in quiet thought. "Will there be a power shift? Is Davis regaining his strength or influence? Should I start preparing for the rainy days ahead? I have my family to think about too. Maybe it’s best to stay silent and observe for now."

Lost in his musing, he barely noticed Desmond shift in his seat until his voice broke the silence.

"Rick, how many people around me do you think are truly loyal to me?"

The question hit like a bolt of lightning. Rick’s ears tingled as if he had been physically struck. The question wasn’t just rhetorical; it was loaded and unnerving.

He hadn’t expected this question, this concern—not now.

Only moments ago, he had been entertaining thoughts of planning for his own safety—probably securing a way out for himself. Now Desmond was probing for loyalty when he hadn’t even considered this issue.

Rick swallowed hard, trying to steady his nerves. His gaze flickering and unable to meet Desmond’s eyes. He forced a confident tone though it wavered ever so slightly. "Sir, I believe many people will stand with you. You’ve been good to them."

Desmond nodded slowly, repeating the words, "You’re right," he murmured though his expression betrayed a lack of conviction. Deep down, even he doubted the extent of loyalty surrounding him. He wasn’t convinced he had truly been good to them

Rick released a quiet breath, trying to calm his fraying nerves. But just as he began to relax, hoping that moment had passed. Desmond spoke again, softer this time, yet every bit as piercing.

"Rick, are you loyal? Or should I say... will you remain loyal?"

Rick hadn’t expected to be singled out. His heart pounded. It was a direct challenge, one that didn’t allow room for half-truths or vague answers. He hesitated, nodded and finally managed, "Yes. I am and will be."

Though he uttered the words, his heart continued to thunder against his chest.

Desmond simply looked at him and then turned his head toward the front of the car. He had noticed the brief hesitation, the slight tremble of his hand which is on the steering but then...

"Alright. Let’s go inside." Desmond said, his voice revealing nothing of his true thoughts or intentions.

for him, a luxury he usually accepted, Desmond stepped out of the car. Rick scrambled after him, following him toward the front door of the club while wondering again who his boss was

past few days during their trips, Desmond had always asked him to wait outside while he met with guests. It seemed today would

Nightclub gleamed with wealth and opulence. Commonly known across Country Y as a

never saw the light of day. Its underground operations were rumored to influence stock markets, elections, and even transcontinental treaties with a price

approached. "Your membership card, Sir," he

his breast pocket and handed over a sleek, gold-trimmed card. The doorman inspected it thoroughly before handing it back with

behind him, his eyes

man in a black suit approached them. Judging from the earpiece and measured steps, Rick guessed he

man said. Desmond nodded and followed him,

the security man led them past all of it, toward the back halls cloaked in darkness, where only dim wall lights

He felt a wave of fear and unease sweep through him. Symbols lined the

from gold, and with the lighting, the entire

Desmond’s thoughts ran wild with the memory

the risk. He had already made one mistake.

that could correct his failure

clenched with one decision

power vacuum the

door etched with a strange logo that shimmered under the faint light. Rick, eyes wide,

open. He

mirrored the hallway—dark, luxurious, and dangerous. A low fire burned behind thick glass.

off the fog seeping into his limbs. He saw no incense, no smoke,

low, sliced through the silence. "You

A man seated

made you seek

steadied his breath. "I came with

head, his eyes glinting like a

hesitated. This was

shares from the old man’s hands, then you will become the

man murmured, "That is

of the Allen family was sentimental, stubborn, and sharp but mildly he is a shrew. He doubts if those

done. The time for diplomacy had passed. If he couldn’t be accepted into the family, then he would tear it down and rebuild

they carefully plotted out the best Strategies, names and