Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 337: My cards are frozen...

With her decision made to leave Country Y, Tricia took her time to visit a beauty parlor.

Though it hadn’t been in her plans to leave this early. She didn’t want to return to the Watts Group and resume taking orders from the illegitimate son of the Watts family, who now sat at the helm, thanks to Davis Allen’s meddling.

But now, the situation here might not work in her favor. With the hotel manager already calling for help, it wouldn’t be long before Davis Allen came knocking at her door. It is clear, the situation had tilted dangerously against her.

If she left, she could still claim her visit was business-related...possibly throw in a few buzzwords, spin a tale, and return without damage to her image.

Fate might even work in her favor that she could blame the enemy or rival companies but most importantly, she would detach herself from Sonia.

Pulling into Sonia’s parking lot, she turned off the engine, reached for the door in readiness to alight but just then, her phone buzzed.

Digging into her bag, she retrieved the device, her heart dropping as she saw the name on the screen.

Grandfather.

She froze.

Her blood ran cold. He rarely called except when absolutely necessary. She knew this was one of those moments. She couldn’t ignore the call or it’s was bound to come again and again.

She stared at the screen for a few seconds longer before answering, drawing in a slow, calming breath.

"Grandpa," she greeted, struggling to keep her voice calm and composed.

"Tricia," came the reply. Old Man Watts’ voice was quiet, measured. Too calm. The kind of calm that sent a chill down her spine. "Where are you?"

"Just... on a short trip. I’ll be back tomorrow," she said smoothly.

A pause. And when she was expecting him to say more...

Click.

The line went dead.

Tricia stared at the phone, totally unnerved as she thought of the implications "No goodbye? No instruction? Not even a reprimand? That was unlike him." She mused.

"Odd," she murmured to herself. But after a beat, she shook her head and stepped out of the car.

Sonia’s apartment was empty when she entered. The calm in the space contrasted sharply with the storm swirling in Tricia’s chest.

She didn’t bother calling out to check on Sonia, she already knew Sonia was gone. There was a meeting with her father she couldn’t miss.

Holding a position in her father’s company while running her own had always made her schedule tight.

It suited Tricia just fine.

Tricia gave the house a quick glance.

Clothes, documents, accessories and in

along her hairline. She retreated to the bathroom for a

the time she returned to the living room, she had her phone in hand, eyes scanning through the available flights. She booked the earliest one

heavily once the confirmation came in.

washing over her, though a nagging

glass of juice just as

with her

the company?" she

Halfheartedly, she opened it.

screen as she read the

she clutched the

in a whisper—low, broken.

Sonia entered, halting mid-step when she saw Tricia

Sonia stepped forward, alarmed.

didn’t respond. She looked lost

you okay?"Sonia reached out, gently touching her forehead. Cool. No

retrieved the phone, and just as she was about to unlock it, she noticed

in silence. Her brows furrowed,

asked, glancing up. "You’ve been removed from the board? Completely stripped

hit like a slap. Tricia didn’t answer but her eyes were still burning with silent rage. She didn’t need to

concluded it was the work of her illegitimate brother; the worthless heir of the Watts

spineless little fool..."She

clenched,

leave for Noveira immediately. But as she turned to

Sonia pulled out her phone

voice

"Yes?" she responded.

is from Angels Wear Group. After review, the board has decided you may proceed with

blinked. "I... I can come

Come to the main office with the full proposal. You’ll be

was flat, businesslike

exclaimed as the

Tricia, eyes sparkling. "They

around Tricia in a hug but Tricia stood like

faint, forced smile, she muttered,

you!" Sonia beamed, missing the icy look in Tricia’s eyes. The partnership deal

had been, Sonia felt

social media app and a few swipes

#Dreams come true

#AngelsWear

#NewBeginnings

on her phone basking in the attention, Tricia took a deep breath and turned toward the hallway. She had to