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."

this really the end?" he

cigarette, he sighed as

young master Aaron to be at cross roads?"

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

and thought I’d drop by and see how our prodigal heir is doing," the man

sip of his drink, not bothering

family broken apart. My father trusted you and followed your lead

don’t have to take it to heart. I was

Aaron sneered

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." His smile was a

glance. Then, wordlessly, he tossed back the rest of his wine. Rising, he grabbed his

the man,

want," he said, his voice a low growl. "But I won’t repeat

that, he walked out, not sparing a backward

the man’s smile fades, replaced by a hard, venomous stare. "Really thought you were smart? The Allen family must surely pay

unlatched the locket on his neck, his hand

Dad, I will definitely avenge every bit of your death. For the sake of their experiments you were sacrificed, yet

Without another word, he slipped through

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

not far," their leader barked. "Search

overturning nothing but empty glasses and

had been quite clear. "Don’t return without

I think there is something wrong," he said as he thought about the faint scent

around, his gaze sweeping across every

a few hours. The leader’s brows furrowed in

thoughtfully. "Drinking. Smoking. But this

he meeting?"

what was the

tightened. He’d need to report this, not just Aaron’s escape,

~At the Hotel~

near the grand entrance of the ballroom, exchanging