Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 308: The Shares —her betrothal gifts...

True to their word, it was an update. With a furrowed brow, the board members stared at the exaggerated titles dancing on their phone screens, then clicked the news.

#Elder Allen, healthy and sound, not in hospital. Desmond fools the public.#

#Desmond discovered plotting the death of his brother—click for evidence.

#An accident or a planned murder? Desmond has questions to answer as the truth is unveiled.

#Was Desmond an Allen or the hand that bit the one who fed him?

#Desmond Allen sued for murder and intentional harm.

#Desmond Allen loses his position as interim president.

Each news update was more damning than the last.

As the board members stared at the cacophony of headlines, their guts twisted. Eyes once filled with admiration now burned with inquisitiveness, disgust, and bitter disappointment.

Desmond felt every stare like a knife to the chest. Noting the unhealthy scrutiny in the room, he slowly pulled out his phone.

His trembling fingers clicked open his news app, but before it could load, the conference room’s projection screen whirred softly and came to life, casting a pale light over the somber boardroom.

On screen appeared a list of internal transactions carried out within the Allen Group under Desmond’s one-year chairmanship.

Each entry was accompanied by sub-notes indicating financial discrepancies, potential conflicts of interest, and funds redirected through shell accounts.

Desmond’s eyes widened. His heart thundered against his ribcage. A sharp pain gripped his chest as he stared at the evidence of his downfall.

His lips parted to speak, but no words came. His hand trembled, and the phone slipped from his grasp, crashing onto the table with a metallic clang that echoed ominously.

His head snapped to the other end of the table, locking eyes with Davis, who hadn’t once looked away since the room fell silent.

one doing this?" Desmond’s voice was low, icy. "Ruining my

his head. "Uncle, do you think I have that much free time? Besides," he said with unsettling calm,

slightly forward, his tone chilling. "Uncle... What happened to

like thunder, reverberating in every corner of the room.

refuge in the eyes of the

Was this the end?

his legacy. If he had to

you will allow

through

What really

gaze, his eyes narrow. "And who do you think you are to question me?" he snapped, fists clenched at his

arms across her chest. Her voice, when it came, was cold enough to frost glass. "Uncle, that question shouldn’t be

Desmond flinched.

His breath caught in his throat as he stared at her face, finally seeing it, studying it. The shape of her cheekbones. The fire in her eyes. Eyes

look too closely. Never asked George who the girl truly was when he demanded a bride for Davis. If he had only known...he wouldn’t

a marriage that will lead to her end but now for him, he

He couldn’t afford regret—not now, not

stepped forward. Her poise radiated dominance. Cold amusement

a hand in her demise, I will play the long game... until I

cracked as anger surged

was bone-deep and unforgiving. "I

around the room. Vera, seated in the corner, covered her mouth in disbelief. She had heard tales about Nora, of her bond with Davis’s mother, of her tragic end.

made a match." She

and take back

trying to recover. "Jessica, you shouldn’t meddle in

appreciate the advice," she replied, her

turning to the board, she addressed them with measured resolve. "Desmond Allen has tarnished this company’s reputation. His

statements and law enforcement waiting outside, I propose we adjourn this meeting. We’ll reconvene tomorrow

He snapped

you planning