Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 329: Where is she?

Aaron sat slumped in a dim quiet corner of the 24-hours nightclub notoriously known from its interior seemingly as night even when it is broad daylight.

A cigarette dangled between his fingers, its smoke curling lazily into the stale air, dissipating like the certainty he once had in his future.

His gaze was unfocused, fixed into the distance, his loosened tie hung askew around his neck, and he couldn’t even recall when he’d undone it or when he’d lost track of everything.

His hair was scattered and unkempt, the result of countless frustrated fingers dragging through it.

His eyes were bloodshot, hollow, void of the glint once associated with the dashing young master Aaron Allen. That image of prestige, control, and effortless charm had vanished.

He didn’t believe this was happening. Not to him.

Desmond was supposed to have this under control. Aaron had always believed..no, he had always known that Desmond held the cards.

No matter who stepped up to back Davis, Desmond would find a way to buy them over, to put them back in their place. That was the confidence Aaron had built his world on.

But then, what happened?

"What step had he gone wrong?"

He’d asked himself that question a hundred times in the past few hours, but every path his mind wandered led to the same dead end.

No matter how he thought about it, it didn’t add up.

Desmond had tried to warn him. He remembered now, those vague remarks, the moments of hesitation but Aaron had dismissed them all with blind arrogance.

He was too sure of Desmond and too trusting of his capabilities that he failed to see that Desmond, too, had limits.

Though Desmond had always tried to pull him along, to let him into the ropes but then...the hardest truth.

He shook his head lightly.

"I have nothing left. Nothing to start with. Nothing to fight back with. Totally nothing."

really the end?"

long inhale of the cigarette, he sighed as he watched the smoke curling

expected the careless young master Aaron to be

turning his gaze to meet him. His voice was cold, laced with

else? I heard the news and thought I’d drop by and see how

a slow sip of his drink, not bothering

You’ve always wanted the Allen family broken apart. My father trusted you and followed your lead like a fool. And now look where that’s gotten

to take

are really dedicated," Aaron sneered with a

bothered," the man continued smoothly, "I could help you now. Uproot Davis and his darling wife. Eliminate the obstacles. And then... all that remains becomes yours. The sole heir to the Allen family."

a withering glance. Then, wordlessly, he tossed back the rest of his wine. Rising, he grabbed his suit jacket, car keys clinking in

he stepped past the man, he paused for just a

a low growl. "But I won’t repeat

out, not sparing a

hard, venomous stare. "Really thought you were smart? The Allen family

neck, his hand softly

sake of their experiments you were sacrificed, yet at the end, you were denied your entitlement," his voice cracked but swiftly

another word, he slipped through a side exit just before a group

just left?" one said as he took note of every little detail of the room. The smoky air, the faint scent of men’s

leader barked. "Search the

box, overturning nothing but

been quite clear. "Don’t return without

there is something wrong," he said

carefully searched around, his gaze sweeping across every little

they received, Aaron had been here for a few hours. The leader’s brows furrowed in contemplation as he analyzed the situation, drawing a

been here for hours," he said thoughtfully. "Drinking. Smoking. But this fragrance..." He sniffed again. "Musky.

he meeting?"

the purpose

need to report this,

~At the Hotel~

well. Richard stood near the grand entrance of the ballroom, exchanging polite farewells with