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?"

a good number of years, he had been unable to trace her yet she had insisted that her son take her maiden name— Raven

felt odd, really

hiding something from

he carefully analyzed the report digging

report of that year claimed her life, along

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

just fate," he whispered. "It was

cold determination

that year’s event must come to light, and everyone involved

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

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

call ended. He shut the laptop with care and rose from the chair. He walked slowly to

behind him as he made his way to his

~Davis Home~

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

call in the middle of the night had only worsened

her hand, tempted to hurl the phone across

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

at the phone in her hand, a

to even have a peaceful sleep after a stressful day?" She murmured noting how impossible it might be for her to go back

on the screen, she

stirred beside her, his hand brushing over her arm.

his move," she murmured, frustration creeping into

"Who called?"

waved her

frowned and slowly sat up. "What

sighed, leaning against

doesn’t give details,"she muttered. He just gives you

as her voice continued "His way of giving orders is like navigating a minefield with

her arm lightly "Alright, don’t be angry. You have worked with him for a long time and I believe you already had a hang

noted that when he visited them some months back and she wasn’t exaggerating. That was

to anticipate three steps ahead. It

besides it

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

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

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

I can’t always let him win especially when

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

crossed and wait to

back to sleep now?"

kissed her forehead and gently patted her back. Her body slowly relaxed against

He waited.