Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 324: Can we go in now?...

"Sonia, what does all this mean? You’re really not going to do anything to stop her?" Tricia asked once more, her voice a whisper laced with disbelief.

But surprisingly, Sonia remained still, unwavering. Her silence was answer enough that she had maintained her stand.

Tricia sighed, her shoulders slumping under the weight of mounting tension between them. She was just about to voice her final decision when murmurs erupted outside the car.

A crowd had gathered, their buzz and murmuring stirred their curiosity as they turned their heads toward the entrance.

Just as they wanted to ask they noticed the arrival of a convoy. The fleet of luxury cars rolled to a smooth stop.

From one vehicle, guards in sleek black suits emerged, moving swiftly to position themselves by each door. The atmosphere shifted—anticipation mounting with every passing second.

The first door opened.

Ethan stepped out, composed and sharp in a dark tailored suit. Unlike his usual role as an assistant, today his cold gaze swept across the spectators with regal indifference. His aura mirrored his boss’s. A calm, unreadable yet commanding expression.

Next, Alex Gando emerged, his demeanor effortless, a casual smirk on his lips. He offered his hand to Becky, who descended gracefully, her eyes scanning the venue with quiet calmness. Together, they stood by Ethan and Bella. These four striking figures formed a quiet wall of presence.

The murmurs only intensified. All eyes shifted to the final car as they waited in anticipation of who it might be.

In the car, Jessica took a deep breath, Davis caressed her palm lightly. "Are you sure you really want to step out of this car without a mask?" He asked softly with concern flickering in his voice.

Jessica nodded and Davis’s brow furrowed. She reached up, lightly tapping his forehead "Hey, can you not keep a frowning face? Without the mask, I can be just anybody but the mask, a signature identity of Lady Bright," she explained.

Though she had always gone with a mask to events, that was mainly to shield her face from her identity as she still hopes to keep her life private, which is practically impossible without the mask.

But today, she is not walking this red carpet as Lady Bright, or Angel Wears CEO, but rather as a little wife of Allen Davis.

Their marriage had never been a secret but then due to Davis’s situation at that time, it had seemed as though they were keeping it a secret.

coursing his lips. He pulled her into an embrace before letting

go in? Guests might wonder what was happening in the

slowly stepped down, his well-polished shoe glistening in the

a moment to adjust his suit and cufflink as they glistened in

a deep breath as he took in the

red carpet stretching before them like an endless highway, he wondered about a lot of

forceful stand, would he be able to

scorn and mock him just like the

He felt amused. Would any of them accept him at that time?" No fame, no

long months of their marriage, this happens to be their first official appearance in any event as husband

Jessica, who softly placed her hand

carefully alighted the car. Her appearance halted the scene as it fell

an intimidating aura not short of Davis’s, her gown emitting the touch of gentility, a feminine air around

his hand and brushed away a few strands of hair falling over her face, his gentle and

"Is that Davis’s wife?"

"Davis can now walk?"

"Are you surprised?"

time I recalled, he

he had been declared dead by his uncle and the Allen family, with the police quickly renouncing

might have gone

"Rich families and

gave a subtle nod.

faint nod while Davis glanced

Ethan, Bella, Alex, and Becky. Three men, three women, stunning in poise and appearance standing proudly and elegantly beside them with a

at that moment while some wondered why they weren’t in that position, envy

of the daze. Sonia glanced at her, a slow smirk playing on her