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.

corner, sharp-edged and rigid, more like a throne than

glass table gleamed under the soft glow of the lamps, with only

the bedside was a

of the bed was a large well crafted painting in black and grey...just like the colour of

a large full length mirror that had the

bathroom and a brown

and leather, cool

were no personal touches, no softness, only sharp

just a mere decorative portion of the house than

the room furiously, his hand clasped

every bit a ferocious,

growled, her name hissing through

walked over to the bedside table, bent down and after turning the lock a

out a phone which he powered on

rings, it was picked

voice echoed from the speaker. "Finally willing to call me, have

the Louis family." Louis replied tone low but

you forgotten the last time I made a move on

Davis isn’t in town,

snorted, "haven’t you heard the saying...beware

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

you? You lost the right to question me the moment you let the Louis Group slip into

that wasn’t the case..." Sylas began, his voice

met your daughter, and she did

in fury. His eyes reddened, his

continued, mocking. "So think clearly,

like poison. Jessica

had ever unsettled him so thoroughly... was that

that woman, he had been forced to

Louis Group to him? That would mean losing the name, the power, the prestige he had built so dearly. It would mean his every effort, every scheme, every

discarded figure, a laughingstock among Country Y’s

rising stronger, while his lifelong battle to surpass them ended

out of his daze. "I

clearly,

ended the call swiftly, his chest raising

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

At the Allen Group.

his brows furrowed in deep

combing through the company’s archives, searching for the record of entitlements

searched, the stranger it grew. Each discovery was inconsistent, fragmented, as if the records had been tampered with repeatedly...reshaped

designed to paint the Allen family in a bad

Louis family appeared as benefactors, while behind the scenes, they received the