Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 404

Chapter 404: Turn his home into a haunted house...

Chapter 404: Turn his home into a haunted house...

~Next day~

With his natural body clock, Davis woke up in his study with a fresh start and a calmer mind, just as the dark sky shrouding the earth began to peel away.

The chaos of the previous day now felt like a fleeting dream, but the reality before him was vivid and pressing.

Unlike the days after his accident when he had felt weak, hopeless, and trapped, this time he was filled with vigor and strength.

He had a clear goal, a sharpened objective, and the machinery of his plans already set in motion.

Stretching out his arms, he left the couch and walked over to his table. As he settled into the chair, his brow furrowed briefly before a cold smirk crept across his lips.

His thoughts drifted to Sylas, and he wondered how the man might have endured the night.

For a man as evil as Sylas, punishment wasn’t best delivered by the law, it was far better to let his own conscience haunt him. To make him live with his wickedness, to let it catch up, choke him, and eventually drown him.

If it were only about justice, Davis could have simply gathered the evidence and handed it to the police chief. But that would never break Sylas.

No, as much as he wanted to get this justice as fast as possible, Davis wanted was to see him shatter. To watch him crumble under the weight of his own darkness. Only then would the true consequences of his evil come to bear... the dire repercussions of his evil.

A light tap on the door and it was pushed in. Davis didn’t have to look back to know who entered. "Any update from Sylas’s end?"

"Any update from Sylas’s end?" he asked evenly.

"Not yet, but I believe it won’t be long," Ethan began.

But Davis cut him off, his tone sharp and decisive. "I can’t wait. His home must be infiltrated, and a video of his unraveling moment captured."

Ethan’s eyes widened. He parted his lips to speak, but before a word escaped, a deeper voice interrupted from the doorway.

"I can handle that."

Davis and Ethan snapped their heads toward the door, both startled. Surprise flickered across their eyes as Elliot stepped in uninvited.

Davis shot Ethan a glare, but Ethan only lifted his hands as shrugged innocently.

door had been shut securely. Elliot had pushed it open at the exact moment Davis began his

"you can’t possibly be the one infiltrating Louis’ home?" His eyes studied Elliot’s

Elliot’s eyes glinted with steel. "He dared to move his legs and hands against my

He knew too well that if Elliot involved

on him would unravel him faster, forcing him to

said firmly, "I want to see your plans for

nodding toward the couch. "Fine. Take a seat, and I’ll give you a brief sketch of what I

couch where Davis had just woken moments ago and lowered himself into

You

Davis found accountability this difficult. Yet looking at his grandfather’s eager, expectant eyes, he realized the old man’s hands

have gathered every detail of his evil

turning him over to the

If he goes to prison, he’ll still find a way to stand tall. No, he must learn his lesson, one that leaves him scarred

gaze narrowed, studying him. "Then what do you

rhythmically against the desk. His eyes gleamed with resolve. "I plan to exploit his

"And what weakness

crisply, his

word hung in the air. Elliot turned it

tries to perfect his schemes, the more mistakes he makes. He obsesses over a clean finish, but that obsession blinds him. I’ll turn

all his plots.

hunger for perfection, he overlooked cracks and those cracks were exactly where

for death. To make him go mad. To make every breath feel like a curse," Davis murmured. "He will learn that nothing is ever truly hidden.

that take time?" Elliot

matter the time, I have the pleasure to wait

comprehension dawning on his face. "I see. But

but Elliot raised a hand, silencing

resigned. "It can’t be helped... but perhaps you should listen to

leaned in, intrigued. Davis powered up his laptop, his

answered almost instantly, Sylas’s furious voice blasting through

do you have

his phone on the table, letting the laptop transmit a distorted, mechanical voice

those photos. They’re fake!" Sylas

the cold voice echoed, "don’t you think your evil deeds will catch

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