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.

doing this?" Desmond’s voice was

a beat, then slowly turned his head. "Uncle, do you think I have that much free time? Besides," he said with unsettling calm, "there are

his tone chilling.

thunder, reverberating in every corner of the room. A chill gripped

slap. His gaze faltered. He looked away, seeking refuge

Was this the end?

he wouldn’t let Jessica and Davis steal his legacy. If he had to walk

you will

Jessica’s voice sliced through his attempt like

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

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

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

Desmond flinched.

at her face, finally seeing it, studying it. The shape of her cheekbones.

girl truly was when he demanded a bride for Davis. If he had only known...he

shouldn’t be cajoled into a marriage that will lead

He couldn’t afford regret—not now, not

dominance. Cold amusement danced across her lips as she studied

"for everyone that had a

as anger surged through him. "Is that

bone-deep and unforgiving. "I don’t

of her bond with

made a match."

will get to pay back and take back what’s rightfully

"Jessica, you shouldn’t meddle

advice," she replied, her tone

resolve. "Desmond Allen has tarnished this company’s reputation. His

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

stomach churned. He snapped

you