Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 390: My battles...I will fight myself.

The subordinate stood still. He couldn’t offer any answer to the question.

He hadn’t been with Jessica during her plots, neither could he discern her thoughts. He wasn’t a seer, nor was he a prophet.

He screamed so loud in his head, yet he kept mute, staring at the devastated Sylas.

But then come to think of it, a woman who had successfully left Sylas Louis restless and ruffled deserves an applause...no, a standing ovation.

For the years he had been under him, he had only seen him reign terror on others. He had always been confident in his schemes, plots and decisions.

He had always been confident of his abilities and whatever he sought after, he got and whatever he wanted no one denied.

To put it mildly, Sylas Louis was a terror incarnate.

Though he preferred to operate behind the scenes, he was thorough, always leaving a clean slate...so much so that even if you traced his plots, you would find nothing. No clue, no trail.

Though the Allen family had been at the top of the pyramid...a position that left Sylas angry and unreconciled, and burning with obsession. He was much more dangerous than them.

That was the major reason why he had never been held accountable for the death of Alex...his friend, Alex’s wife, and even his best friend.

While the subordinate remained dazed in thought, Sylas’ cold voice cut through the silence, snapping him back to the present.

"Jessica, Jessica, you might be the Allen family majority shareholder but then... We shall see."

His words were laced with venom.

He stormed out of the study, slamming the door shut so forcefully that the subordinate flinched.

The man let out a shaky breath, placing a hand against his chest as he steadied himself. "That was close," he muttered.

Watching Sylas’ retreat, he made a silent prayer for Jessica’s well-being.

He had already sworn his loyalty to Sylas, otherwise, he would have rushed straight to the Allen Group to warn her..

For he knew Sylas too well. Seeing him this furious and especially with the arrest of Vera there was only one option left...destroy everything. That had always been his habit, his way.

Slowly, the subordinate opened the door and slipped out, but not without a final glance at the tightly shut door behind which Sylas Louis seethed.

Meanwhile in Sylas Louis’ bedroom, the atmosphere looked cold and unwelcoming.

The walls were painted in dark grey, and the floor was polished black marble that reflected little light.

At the center was a massive king-sized bed, draped in plain black sheets and stiff grey pillows, arranged without a crease. Not a single hint of comfort, only discipline and severity.

The tall glass windows were veiled with long white curtains that spilled from ceiling to floor.

They were drawn back neatly, clipped at the sides to let the sunlight in...but instead of warmth, the rays cast a harsh, sterile glow across the room.

sharp-edged and rigid, more

the soft glow of the lamps, with only two items on it: a silver watch and

was a night stand

the bed was a large well crafted painting in black and

mirror that had

bathroom and a brown door

faint with cologne and leather, cool and

were no personal touches, no softness, only

was just a mere decorative portion of the house than it was inhabited by a person

furiously, his hand clasped behind him,

looked every bit a ferocious, wounded

hissing through his teeth,

bent down and after turning the lock a few times, he pulled it open and a small light-gold

a phone which he powered on swiftly. He pressed a few keys

rings, it was

the speaker. "Finally willing to call me, have

isn’t just about the Louis family." Louis replied tone low but burning

chuckled. "Have you forgotten the last time I made a move on her?

Sylas pressed, "but this time, the opportunity is clear. Davis isn’t

the man snorted, "haven’t you heard

a deep breath, fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. "Are you sure you can

with cruel amusement, "do I need to remind you? You lost the right to question me the moment you let the

the case..." Sylas began,

him off sharply. "I met your daughter, and she did otherwise... just

His eyes reddened, his pride trampled and bleeding

continued, mocking. "So think clearly,

girl rang in his head like poison. Jessica was no mere girl. Her operations

who had ever unsettled him so

that woman, he had been forced to deal with

him? That would mean losing the name, the power, the prestige he had built so dearly. It would mean

would mean becoming a pawn, a discarded figure, a laughingstock among

it would mean the Allen family rising

Sylas out of his daze. "I will reach you later to tell you my decision on this matter." Sylas

think clearly,

call swiftly, his chest raising and falling with a rapid

hell with you," he growled under his breath. "To hell with your organization. To hell with your ability. My battles... I

At the Allen Group.

office non-stop, his

he had been combing through the company’s archives, searching for

Each discovery was inconsistent, fragmented, as if the records

the Allen family in a

surface, the Louis family appeared as benefactors, while