Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 290: Is something going on?

~Grand Duke Hotels~

Jessica’s car glided smoothly through the tall gates of the Grand Duke Hotel. The polished black vehicle reflected the golden afternoon light as she slowed near the entrance.

A uniformed valet stepped forward with a slight bow, ready to assist. The hotel’s towering glass exterior shimmered in the sunlight, while the flower beds lining the driveway released a delicate, pleasant scent.

She parked expertly, her fingers steady on the wheel before switching off the engine. Taking a breath, she reached for her phone and dialed.

The call connected on the first ring.

"I’ve arrived," she said simply.

She stepped out of the car, dressed in loose jeans and a flowing top that concealed her pregnancy with subtle elegance. The outfit gave her a relaxed, almost youthful appearance.

Her eyes scanned the environment, sharp and alert beneath the rim of her cap, noting every corner and crevice as if expecting something—or someone—to emerge. Only after ensuring it was safe did she proceed.

Her heels stepped softly on the pavement as she made her way toward the grand revolving doors. With a gentle push, she entered, heading straight for the elevator and pressing the button for the fifth floor—the designated meeting venue.

With a soft ding, the elevator doors slid open. She stepped out with quiet grace.

Waiting just outside was Richard. The moment he saw her, he sighed in relief and approached with a warm smile.

"It’s been a while," he said, pulling her into a brief, brotherly hug.

"Haven’t we been talking the whole time?" she replied with a raised brow.

"I never said we haven’t. But it’s been a while since I saw you in person." A flicker of sadness crossed his eyes—brief but noticeable.

He had long made peace with the fact that whatever feelings he once had for her would never be returned. Their bond was forged in loyalty and trust, not romance. Maybe that was always how it was meant to be—siblings by choice, not blood.

Jessica caught the look and frowned. "Richie... what’s going on?"

he said quickly, masking the expression. He hadn’t

his face for another second, then nodded, deciding to let it slide. "So...

pushing the door open to the private suite.

cap cast a shadow over her face, giving her an air of mystery. She moved like a silent force, her posture composed

the center, surrounded by high-backed leather chairs. The lighting was soft but clear, casting a focused ambiance. Thick curtains and soundproof

a small refreshment station offered water, coffee, and snacks. A sleek screen on the wall was prepped for presentations. Notepads and pens were placed neatly in front of

the door closed behind her, heads turned. Quiet murmurs broke out

"Whao... she’s so young."

"She’s the boss?"

I finally get

so mysterious... no one even knows her

in awe, caught between reverence and curiosity. But Jessica remained calm, scanning the room with

voice like silk—but every syllable

murmurs ceased immediately. Several of the younger men shifted in their seats,

giving a brief summary of the meeting’s purpose. When he finished,

her notepad and glanced

less than twenty-four hours from showtime. This year’s event shouldn’t just be good—it has

room thickened. Everyone present knew what was at stake. Success meant prestige. Failure... well, none of them dared to imagine

I understand you’re handling the venue. How confident are

straightened. "Venue is secured. Stage is built. Lighting and sound checks are ongoing tonight. Seating arranged according

she

notepad. The room’s projector blinked to life, displaying detailed blueprints. Darren walked

a few

up, the logistics manager, Phil,

Designers and their collections are secure. Transportation for the materials is

followed, presenting progress reports with clear precision. Adjustments were made on the

the session, Jessica turned to Phil. "Have five backup models on standby—just in case. If we don’t need them, Richard

nodded. They

the time the meeting and venue walkthrough