Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 288: In two days...

After ending the call, Elliot rose from his chair, pacing the length of his study with measured steps.

Despite having instructed Jessica to "work up something" from her end and putting additional security in place, he couldn’t shake the gnawing unease building inside him.

His instinct continuously pricked him "There is something off—something beneath the surface he hadn’t yet uncovered."

His gut whispered of secrets buried too deep, of truths twisted and locked away in silence and this truth he had to uncover.

Returning to his desk, he sat down slowly, opened his laptop, and began typing methodically.

Within moments, a flood of classified data on the Allen family flashed across the screen. His gaze sharpened as each line added weight to his suspicions.

*Allen family’s economic dominance rises by 70%, topping the Country Y’s business rankings.

*Expansion into beauty and tech industries announced.

*Allen family rumored to hold a secret prototype codenamed Solacum1

*Development of an energy accumulation and sustainable system in progress, it’s origin and parent registered by Alex Allen.

*Level 3 prototype testing reportedly completed successfully.

*The National Council expresses interest in securing rights to the tech.

*Council dispatches a liaison to initiate negotiations.

*Alex Allen insists on patent rights.

*Testing paused after a lab explosion killed a couple—survived only by their son.

*Prototype manual mysteriously lost.

*Alex Allen and wife died due to an accident.

Elliot’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, then slowly curled into fists. Each detail sank into him like a dagger. The deeper he went, the clearer the picture became and yet, the more questions formed.

Why had Desmond, of all people, sought out the Night Merchant, a known manipulator of underground intelligence and wartime tech trafficking? What was he after?

Elliot had always turned a blind eye and maintained a clear distance from the Allen family unconsciously. It was never his concern and they had never crossed paths before.

But now with Davis in the picture as his grandson tangled within that very family, he has every reason to probe further and this he must do.

His eyes remained fixed on the screen, jaw tightening as thoughts churned through his mind.

"Did Davis know about this?" he muttered, leaning closer to the glow of the laptop. "Has he ever uncovered the truth about his mother’s accident?"

daughter Siri—bright, stubborn, and secretive. For a good number of years, he had been unable to trace her yet she had insisted that her son take her maiden name—

felt odd, really

from people around... or protecting

as he carefully analyzed the

report of that year claimed her life, along with her husband’s, was ruled an

classified notes gave him another picture he couldn’t believe

fate," he whispered. "It was

cold determination

year’s event must

phone again, he dialed a secure number. As the line connected, his voice was

on Desmond Allen. Every move, every connection, both past and present. Leave nothing out. The more detail,

care and rose from the chair. He walked slowly to

as he made his

~Davis Home~

against her throbbing temple in an attempt to ease the lingering tension in her head, her brows

phone call in the middle of the night had only worsened

at the screen in her hand, tempted to hurl

breath she slumped back into bed. The report echoing in her head. The sense of peace she had

her hand, a sigh escaping

noting how impossible it might be for her to go

the clock on the screen, she sighed. It’s just a

brushing over her arm.

uncle is already making his move," she murmured,

"Who called?"

waved her phone.

slowly sat up. "What did he

leaning against his

muttered. He just gives you the rope and expects you to

giving orders is like navigating a minefield with blindfolds. He lets you figure

have worked with him for a long time and I believe

them some months back and she wasn’t exaggerating. That was Elliot’s way—cryptic, commanding,

system. She had learned to read between silences, to anticipate three steps ahead. It was

will come will come, besides it is already in expectation." Davis said,

person or people he might be involved with. And for Elliot to be the one who passed on

her back tenderly "You fought the hardest part of my battles already," Desmond murmured,

his. "Are you sure you can handle this? Besides, it’s not exactly clear

handle it, I can’t always let him win especially when he is in quest

your fashion week is in two days. That

fingers crossed and

go back to

Her body slowly relaxed

He waited.