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?"

secretive. For a good number of years, he had been unable to trace her yet she had insisted that her son take

odd, really

she hiding something from

carefully analyzed the report digging deeper

and report of that year claimed her life, along with her

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

fate," he

cold determination

year’s event must come

his phone again, he dialed a secure number.

a full document on Desmond Allen. Every move, every connection, both past and present.

laptop with care and rose from the chair. He walked slowly to the door, pausing only to take in the quiet of

as he made his

~Davis Home~

groaned softly, pressing her fingers against her throbbing temple in an attempt to ease the lingering tension

the sudden phone call in

in her hand,

a deep breath she slumped back into bed. The report echoing in her head. The

glared at the phone in her hand, a

stressful day?" She murmured noting how impossible it might be

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

her, his hand brushing over her arm. "What’s wrong?" he asked groggily, pulling

is already making his move," she murmured,

"Who called?"

waved her

sat up. "What did he say?"

leaning against

give details,"she muttered. He just gives you the rope and expects you to

is like navigating a

with him for a long time and

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

learned to read between silences, to anticipate three steps ahead. It

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

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

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

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

can’t always let him win especially when he is in quest

fashion week is in two days. That should be your focus

sighed in helplessness. She decided to keep her fingers crossed and wait to see how things would unfold before

you go back to sleep now?" He

her back. Her body slowly relaxed

He waited.