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?"

years, he had been unable to trace her yet she had insisted that her son take her maiden name— Raven in the face

odd, really

something from people around... or protecting

thoughts raced as he carefully analyzed the report digging

year claimed her life,

the classified notes gave him another picture he couldn’t believe due to the series of events preceding the unfortunate

just fate," he

cold determination

out what happened. The details of that year’s event must come to light, and everyone involved in the matter

secure number. As the line connected, his voice

Every move, every connection,

from the chair. He walked slowly to the door, pausing

behind him as

~Davis Home~

her throbbing temple in an attempt to ease the lingering

slept well, and the sudden phone call in the middle

at the screen in her hand, tempted to hurl the phone

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

in her hand,

day?" She murmured noting how impossible it might be for her to go back to sleep

screen, she sighed.

his hand brushing over her arm. "What’s wrong?" he

already making his move," she murmured, frustration creeping into her

"Who called?"

her phone.

up. "What did he

sighed, leaning against

much and doesn’t give details,"she muttered. He just

"His way of giving orders is like navigating a minefield with

don’t be angry. You have worked with him for a long time and I believe you already had a hang of it."

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

anticipate three steps ahead. It was what made her the sharp strategist

softly. "What will come will come, besides it is

with. And for

hardest part of my battles

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

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

fashion week is in two days. That should be

and wait to see how things would unfold before making

go back to

Her body slowly relaxed against his, and within

He waited.