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.

beat, then slowly turned his head. "Uncle, do you think I have that much free time? Besides," he

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

question fell like thunder, reverberating in every corner of the room. A

seeking refuge in the eyes of the board, but their glares

Was this the end?

let Jessica and Davis steal his legacy. If he had to walk away, he would do so with dignity. He rose to address

you will allow

through his attempt like

think someone with a clear conscience wouldn’t avoid direct questions? What really happened

think you are to question me?" he snapped, fists

brow, folding her arms across her chest. Her voice, when it came, was cold enough to frost glass. "Uncle, that question shouldn’t be directed at me. Because for one... I’d like to

Desmond flinched.

his throat as he stared at her face, finally seeing it, studying it. The shape of

bothered to 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 have given George

and shouldn’t be cajoled into a marriage that will lead to her end but now for him, he had

matter. He couldn’t afford regret—not now, not ever. He squared his

stepped forward. Her poise radiated dominance. Cold amusement danced across her

she said, her words sharp as ice, "for everyone that had a hand in her demise,

surged through him. "Is that a

bone-deep and unforgiving. "I don’t make threats. I make

in disbelief. She had heard tales about Nora, of her bond with Davis’s mother, of her tragic end. But this? Jessica? The same girl Desmond had tried

they have made a

back and take back what’s

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

appreciate the advice," she replied, her tone laced

turning to the board, she addressed them with measured resolve. "Desmond Allen has tarnished this company’s reputation. His personal scandals, financial irregularities, and criminal charges are endangering the Allen

in. "With the media clamoring for statements and law enforcement waiting outside, I propose we adjourn this meeting. We’ll reconvene tomorrow

He snapped

you planning to