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.

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

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

laptop toward Davis, who

laptop from Ethan. He read through the document, his gaze scanning every line, ensuring no clause had been altered, no loophole

its authenticity, he digitally signed the agreement and passed the laptop back to

about the company seal for the documents?"

the finalized corporation documents will be sent within

draft and send a confirmation email to the

Jessica’s mansion, Davis had

posted at the gate

made use of his wheelchair and headed upstairs to the bedroom. In the hallway, he paused as he felt eyes on him, a thought crossed through his mind "Am I being watched

breath, he resumed his motion, wheeling himself through the ramp. From his 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

for a moment, he swept his gaze around the room. Memories of moments shared with Jessica flooded his mind, along with the circumstances that

exhaled deeply, a firm resolve forming in

safe, keyed in the password, and heard the soft

would determine the final decision of the board: the long-awaited share transfer

as he took out his phone and

through softly, laced with

much. Just came home to pick

figured as much. Missing me already? Then wrap up

will. Definitely. Your

I’m busy. See you later," she added, followed by the beep as

chatter 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 the hallway. Ethan appeared beside him,

head to the garage," Davis

looked at him, puzzled. "Is there