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.

sat in one corner, sharp-edged and rigid, more

the lamps, with only

was a night stand with

wall beside the foot of the bed was a large well crafted painting in black

large full length mirror that had the light

walk-in closet, a bathroom and a brown door that

cologne and leather, cool and sharp, like

softness, only sharp lines, dark

of the house than it was inhabited

hand clasped behind him, his breathing laboured, his

every bit a ferocious,

he growled, her name hissing through his

bedside table, bent down and after turning the lock a few

a phone which he powered on

rings, it was

from the speaker. "Finally willing to call me, have you accepted

family." Louis replied tone low but burning with

made a move on her? I lost

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

"haven’t you heard the saying...beware of your

until his knuckles turned white. "Are you sure you can

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

know that wasn’t the case..." Sylas began,

your daughter, and she did otherwise... just like Desmond. You were all

veins bulged in fury. His eyes reddened, his

think clearly, Sylas. Do you agree to

jaw tightened. The words mere girl rang in his head like poison. Jessica was no mere girl. Her operations had

only one who had ever unsettled him so thoroughly... was

woman, he had been forced to

over the 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

a pawn, a discarded

the Allen family rising stronger, while his lifelong battle

man on the other end let out a deep dark chuckle snapping Sylas out of his daze. "I will reach you later to tell you my decision on this

clearly, I

his chest raising and falling with a

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

At the Allen Group.

non-stop, his

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

grew. Each discovery was inconsistent, fragmented, as if the records had been tampered with repeatedly...reshaped to suit a particular

paint the Allen family in a

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