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?"

masking the expression. He

nodded, deciding to let

open to the private suite. "Everyone’s

shadow over her face, giving her an air of mystery. She moved

tastefully arranged: a large polished mahogany table at the center, surrounded by high-backed leather chairs. The lighting was soft but clear, casting a focused ambiance. Thick

small refreshment station offered water, coffee, and snacks. A sleek screen on the

behind her, heads turned. Quiet murmurs broke out among the

"Whao... she’s so young."

"She’s the boss?"

I finally get to

even knows her real

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

she said softly, her voice like silk—but

in their seats, their composure cracking briefly

summary of the meeting’s purpose. When

lightly on her notepad and

showtime. This year’s event shouldn’t just be good—it has to be unforgettable. So, we’re

at stake. Success meant prestige. Failure... well, none of them

turned to the event manager. "Darren, I understand you’re handling

checks are ongoing tonight. Seating arranged according to VIP protocols. Backup generators are

didn’t comment. Instead, she

life, displaying detailed blueprints. Darren walked them through the security contingencies, exit placements, and staff deployment in

jotted down a few notes,

up, the

Transportation for the materials is confirmed

Adjustments were made on

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

nodded. They understood

time the meeting and venue walkthrough concluded, the day had slipped away