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.

lips. He pulled her into an

was happening

slowly stepped down, his well-polished shoe glistening in

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

a deep breath as he took

carpet stretching before them like an endless

forceful stand, would he be able to walk a

this admiring gaze not scorn and mock him just like

ladies and their blushing cheek. He felt amused. Would any of them accept him at that time?" No fame,

be their first official appearance in any event as

towards the car and stretched out his hand towards Jessica, who softly placed her hand on his, her heart thumping at his

slowly and carefully alighted the car. Her appearance halted the scene as

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

away a few strands of hair falling over

"Is that Davis’s wife?"

"Davis can now walk?"

"Are you surprised?"

surprised? The last time I recalled, he was still in

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

you think he might have gone

"Rich families and

a subtle

a faint nod while Davis glanced at

and Becky. Three men, three women, stunning in poise and appearance standing proudly and

at that moment while some wondered

snapped out of the daze. Sonia glanced