Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 332: To hell with you, Davis

After the fashion show, Sonia and Tricia stormed out of the hotel, rage bubbling in their hearts.

For Sonia, nothing had unfolded as she had planned. Every carefully laid strategy had unraveled before her eyes, leaving her feeling humiliated and defeated.

It was as though someone had an access to her plans and had taken careful time to dismantle them.

It was a total failure.

Tricia, too, seethed with disappointment. But unlike Sonia, she wasn’t confused about where to place her blame. Every misstep pointed directly at the woman beside her.

Every failure had been as a result of Sonia. The so-called friend who had ditched, forsaken and betrayed a friend at the sight of a handsome man and a mouth-watering deal.

Still, Tricia couldn’t entirely absolve herself, she continued to blame herself for the fact she had allowed Sonia to sway her decision and divert her from the main purpose that had brought her to Country And now, both of them had lost.

They boarded the car with Sonia sliding into the driver’s seat and Tricia taking her side.

Slowly, they pulled out of the hotel and joined the main road. Her hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel as she gritted her teeth as she recalled every bit of her failure.

Tricia studied her in growing disdain. "Sonia, can you stop being so damn dramatic? You planned your failure from the beginning," she snapped.

"What do you know?" Sonia retorted.

"What do I know you ask?" Tricia scoffed. At least, I know that for the chance of a partnership you forgot who you are competing with."

"That’s not it, no matter who your competitor is, a wise man always takes the risk to expand at any cost."

Tricia scoffed. "Did you just say that out loud? Take a risk to expand? Girlfriend, are you dreaming, or are you just plain stupid?" She sneered.

wanted to open this girl’s head to

over and shake her until whatever delusion she was living in snapped

her right mind would offer a business deal

How?" Sonia shot back, her gaze snapping to Tricia, her eyes

will tell you maybe next time, it can wake you up from

to them, every move against their brand, their reputation over the years, did you really think they’d welcome you with open arms?" Tricia retorted. Her voice held no mercy, only

enmity, there’s always

at justification only served to frustrate and fuel Tricia’s irritation and

of you had always been competing with each other, every year, every

help but question what sort of business

me being investigated after the event, be careful because you’re also

as the night crept over the city. Her chest rose

the silence stretched between them. Yet, none of them could contain her

a hand, yet you still lost the

and pulled into the lot of a high-end club, one she frequented when she needed

surprise as she jerked out of her thoughts. "What’s your

drink and

outlet, she chose to drown her anger in a few glasses of

indeed," Tricia sneered. At that

the doors opened, and they stepped out. Tossing her keys to the valet,

to be left disappointed. With the promise Davis Allen had made, she’d been certain she’d secure the partnership

crack. She recalled how many times she had approached him during the show, begging for a promise—even if only to seal the contract after

she’d even offered to invest in their operations just to secure the deal—but it had all

with you, Allen Davis," she

Tricia scoffed, her grin laced with

of settling scores. She still remembered how furious she had been when Sonia refused to let her act—just for the selfish goal of landing a partnership with Angels Wear as