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.

this?" Desmond’s

I have that much free time? Besides,"

his tone chilling. "Uncle... What

every corner of the room. A chill gripped the

faltered. He looked away, seeking refuge in

Was this the end?

drew a deep breath, steeling himself. No, he wouldn’t let Jessica and Davis steal his legacy. If he had to walk away,

you will allow

through his attempt like

conscience wouldn’t avoid direct questions? What really happened in the past

her gaze, his eyes narrow. "And who do you think you are

when it came, was cold enough to frost glass. "Uncle, that question shouldn’t be

Desmond flinched.

name struck like a spear. 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

he demanded a bride for Davis. If he had only known...he wouldn’t have

cajoled into a marriage that will

regret—not now, not ever. He squared

Her poise radiated dominance. Cold amusement danced across

as ice, "for everyone that had a

cracked as anger surged through him. "Is that a

bone-deep and unforgiving. "I don’t

the corner, covered her mouth in disbelief. She had heard tales about Nora, of

made a match."

just maybe, I will get to pay back and take back what’s rightfully mine." She muttered to herself with a

recover. "Jessica, you shouldn’t meddle in matters that

she replied, her tone

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

the media clamoring for statements and law enforcement waiting outside, I propose we adjourn this

churned. He snapped

you