Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 382: Years ago...

"He left the country? Not even taking his assistant with him but instead his COO? Funny." He smirked coldly.

The subordinate hesitated briefly before continuing. "It seems to have been an impromptu decision. He attended Santiago’s banquet, and before long, he was gone."

"I suppose that must be for the summit. Based on estimates, it lasts for five days... an approximately one-week trip."

He inhaled deeply, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint. "That should give me enough time to unravel and settle some scores."

The man leaned back in his chair, his hand pausing mid-motion. The younger boy sitting nearby turned his gaze toward him, uncertainty clear in his expression.

"Brother, what is going on?

Are you investigating Davis Allen?"

"Aren’t you his assistant?"

Questions churned in the boy’s mind, but every time he sought answers, his brother would only push him away, urging him to "live well."

For years, Luke had forced him to live abroad, his life reduced to schooling, eating, and sleeping, while he himself carried all the weight. The gap between them was filled with unspoken truths.

"Brother, can you really talk to me? Haven’t you shielded me enough? At least let me know what it is you are doing... or what you are going through." His voice trembled with frustration.

Luke glanced at his subordinate and waved dismissively. "You can go. Keep an eye on his wife."

The man nodded silently and left.

The younger boy quickly dragged a chair forward and sat down, his warm eyes fixed firmly on his brother. His stance was clear, he would not be leaving until he had answers.

Luke rubbed his temple as he stared at his mother’s miniature figure who was his brother.

His voice was heavy with restrained grief.

"Noah Norman, I only hoped you could live well and never be tainted by this dark side of life."

"Brother, I know you wanted the best for me," Noah pressed softly, "but I also wish you had the best for yourself. Wouldn’t that make me happier?"

Luke took a deep breath, his gaze settling on this brother of his who had been the reason of his living as he fell into memory.

Years back, the weather was still clouded when Nuela tapped him gently, her soft hand brushing across his brow.

"Wake up. Mom and Dad are about to go out," she whispered, her voice tender and soothing.

Luke stirred, sitting up groggily, rubbing his eyes as a quiet yawn escaped his lips.

"Sleepyhead, wake up," his mother teased.

up. But it’s still so early. Today’s Saturday, right?" His brows furrowed

was their household routine that Saturdays meant sleeping in, no nanny,

Saturday, sweetheart. But I’ve got some things to check out at the company, and I’ll be back before

free days?" he

test is successful, I’ll take you and your brother to the park. It will be a fun-filled day, I promise."

but his father entered, ruffling his hair. "You’re already so big, yet

the example. Otherwise, how would you end up researching?"

Nuela’s shoulders. "I suppose

the culprit who had successfully made her leave her intended field of study

blame it on you?" Nuela

"So... my kid brother?" he asked, already sensing the request behind their

his father scratched his head awkwardly, his gaze anywhere in

that moment they wanted him to watch over

spent at the company. But he still

"Your dream book."

haunted house."

date with friends. Do I really have to stay

will make it

bargaining, warm words and a few set of instructions, three-year-old Noah was left in the care of his brother

waited and waited but his parents never returned and that

on the steps, waiting

group of strangers arrived, their eyes heavy with

they were or

the steps ready to bolt into the

his gaze to her face as he struggled to place her face from the faces in

met her before but knowing his name,

you?" he demanded while his gaze took

your mother’s

voice was warm and kind as she spoke

mom couldn’t make it

another man cut

pity, but

could you give him such news?" The lady queried, anxiously she pulled

of what was said was lost

that day, the stories of their life took

them a few times with so many gifts promising

visit, he had managed to ask the woman her name but

wasn’t long and they stopped coming and nobody visited again. Not even the uncles and aunts that had always visited

bleak, he fled the orphanage with the hope

all sorts of odd jobs while he sneaks