Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 289: Decoy

The morning air was warm and gentle. The sun had risen, with light clouds softening its rays as they streamed down to the earth.

A mild breeze drifted lazily through the suburban landscape, the leaves swaying to its rhythm, carrying the fresh scent of blooming flowers and clean streets.

It wasn’t hot or cold—just comfortable and soothing, like slipping into your favorite shirt.

Birds chirped from the trees, their soft melodies blending with the hum of the city as they gradually stirred awake. Everything felt calm and unhurried.

Country Y lay in peaceful stillness, its tabloids featuring only the usual headlines of celebrity scandals, economic updates, and the usual political banter but beneath this calm, a silent storm was beginning to gather in the Allen family.

The sunlight reflected off the body of a sleek black car speeding toward the suburbs, its body gleaming under the morning rays.

Several other vehicles followed at a moderate distance. Inside the car, Davis sat in the back seat, his head resting against the headrest, his eyes closed. But his mind was far from restful. Thoughts churned with options, questions, strategies and answers that seemed just out of reach.

In the passenger seat, Ethan was immersed in work, his laptop balanced on his lap, fingers flying across the keyboard as he worked against time.

Davis had instructed him to finalize the corporate agreement with Devers Group, a multinational agro-technology company.

Devers had long sought collaboration with the Allen Group as a way to enter Country Y’s economy, but the plan had been shelved after Davis’s accident. Desmond had been unaware of the pending deal, so the proposal remained dormant.

Now, it had to be revived. The group had been informed, and the signing which was initially planned to be done in person had been shifted online. A digital certificate of incorporation would follow.

"How long to the destination?" Davis asked, his brows furrowed in thought.

"We should arrive in twenty-five minutes," the driver responded.

"Shorten the time," Davis instructed.

The driver’s heart skipped a beat. He was already doing 100 km/h, and now he was being asked to go even faster.

be traumatized by that accident last year?" he muttered under his breath, reluctantly pressing

Devers has sent over the signed documents," Ethan reported. "You need to countersign

the laptop toward Davis, who sighed in

read through the document, his gaze scanning every line, ensuring no clause had been

sure of its authenticity, he digitally signed the agreement

company seal for the

about that. Tell them the finalized corporation documents

draft and send a confirmation email to the Devers

the time the car turned into Jessica’s mansion, Davis had checked

posted at the gate straightened up welcoming him with

headed upstairs to the bedroom. In the hallway, he paused as he felt eyes on him, a thought

breast pocket, he retrieved a key and smoothly unlocked the bedroom door. Once inside, he shut the door and secured it with several clicks of the

moments shared with Jessica flooded his mind, along with the circumstances that had led

resolve forming in his

he crossed to the safe, keyed in the password, and heard the soft hiss as it

determine the final decision of the board: the long-awaited share transfer papers, which

lips as he

voice came through softly, laced

much. Just came home to pick up

already? Then

Definitely. Your

you later," she added, followed by the beep as the call

brought a sense of comfort. Glancing at the sealed envelope in his hand, he felt grateful she had secured it on his behalf even

a moment of stillness, he exited the room, rolling slowly down

head to the garage,"

him, puzzled. "Is