Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

: First day back to the Allen

Julian stood rooted at the same spot as he watched Jessica’s car slowly pull away from the cemetery until he could no longer see her.

He spun on his heels and took the other path, which was where his car was parked alongside his guards.

He boarded the car after a brief glance at the cemetery. With the door shutting with a thud, he left the area.

As he watched the green scenery pass by, his eyes closed, lost in thought.

"Maxwell, I requested information sometime ago on how she ended up being married to the Allen family. Were you able to gather any?" he said.

Maxwell, seated at the front, glanced briefly at the back to respond, but seeing his eyes closed, he took a deep breath. "I have. I will forward it right away."

Within a few seconds, his phone rang with a notification. He slowly opened his eyes. With a swipe across his phone screen, a document opened.

He exhaled lightly as he began to go through the information while his car raced its way to the city.

~Allen Groups~

Davis’ arrival to the group was a formidable one despite how early he left home.

Several media groups and companies, both prominent and minor in the country, were already waiting for him at the Group for the opportunity to interview him

With Desmond’s arrest and his taking over of the group, it was already an established fact that he would be resuming duties today, the first working day of the new week.

Davis’ car slowly pulled up at the front gate, but just as it made a move to enter the company, it was blocked by newsmen.

"Sir, what do we do?" one of his subordinates asked over the car’s Bluetooth.

Ethan and the driver glanced at him. Davis had his head resting on the headrest, his eyes closed and fingers crossed over each other.

"Slowly, move them away," he muttered. At this moment, he wasn’t just about the media.

From the files he had studied through the night, there was actually a lot to be done. From his findings, the Allen Group was hanging barely on a thread.

Outsiders may not know, and the inventors may not feel it since their dividends were coming as at when due, but strangely, Desmond had been running the company with the company’s fixed capital.

To put it mildly, it is bound to be said that the Allen Group, if desperate measures weren’t taken, is already on the verge of bankruptcy.

With his instructions, a few of his security team alighted the car as they gradually made way for the car without hurting anyone.

of the media did a live coverage of his arrival to the group to resume work since they could

lined up in front

greeting before making his way to the private

glanced briefly at his wristwatch

with all

another with the

the R&D of an

notice of staff hiring. An assistant is

the elevator. With the Secretariat unit already waiting for

pushed the door open and stepped in. Closing the door behind him, he stopped at the center

as he took a slow, quiet glance over the office. With just a minimal change

memory spun with recollections of his past years in the office. He couldn’t recollect how many times he had spent

couldn’t count the days he had gone hungry just to take

thermos in his hand, a soft smile tugged

walked over to the chair. His hand grazed the table lightly before he settled down just as a

briefly as the knock was repeated. This time, he was sure it wasn’t

only knock, and after a brief pause,

"Come in," he muttered.

door was pushed in and with

Vera took a deep breath before she stepped forward into the

a form-fitting, deep wine-colored blouse made from a silk-like material

enough to offer a teasing glimpse of her

sleeves stopped just above her elbows, showcasing her slender arms, and the top hugged her curves in all the right places, emphasizing her narrow waist and full

that dipped into her neckline, drawing the eyes subtly

the knees with stilettos that marched her

shoulders in soft, glossy waves, and as she walked, the fragrance of her perfume was subtle, warm, and undeniably feminine

and calm yet her heart thumped as she recalled the situation and mandate given

several emotions spiraled

was the woman who stood beside him when everything was rosy but surprisingly with the trial and impending loss of his life

he never failed to wonder if he

had thought that whenever he saw her, he would feel

retracted his gaze, as he powered on his computer

but then Davis wasn’t in any way looking at her but had already focused his attention

back." She

voice didn’t come immediately.