Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

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.

been shut securely. Elliot had

infiltrating Louis’ home?" His eyes studied Elliot’s expression with cautious

glinted with steel. "He dared to move his legs

that

Sylas deserved. Maybe letting Elliot loose on him would

"I want to

inhaled deeply, nodding toward the couch. "Fine. Take a seat, and I’ll give you a brief

moments ago and lowered himself into it. A

You

eager, expectant eyes, he realized the old man’s hands must be

of his evil deeds, spanning years, along

over to the

would be too easy. If he goes to prison, he’ll still find a way to stand tall. No, he

him. "Then what do

rhythmically against the desk. His eyes gleamed with

brows furrowed. "And what weakness

answered crisply, his smirk

in the air. Elliot turned

perfect his schemes, the more mistakes he makes. He obsesses over a clean finish,

flawless execution in all his plots. He was meticulous to the point

and those cracks were exactly

make him wish 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. People only

that take time?" Elliot

pleasure to wait but I’ve tested it already. He won’t last a week before losing control.

leaned back with a nod, comprehension dawning on his face. "I see. But

hand, silencing him. "Leave that to

sighed, resigned. "It can’t be helped... but

his signal, Ethan stepped forward while Elliot leaned in, intrigued. Davis powered up his laptop, his fingers flying over the keys. Within moments, he dialed

call was answered almost instantly, Sylas’s furious voice blasting through the

Why do

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

release those photos.

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