Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 106: Serve the final purpose...

George Brown hadn't expected Risa to be this selfish. His sharp glare bore into her as he asked, "Risa, did you

just say it's a blessing that your sister and brother-in-law are missing?" His voice was laced with barely

restrained fury.

Risa scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. "Dad, | think you're mistaken. You mean my step-sister," she

corrected, her tone dripping with disdain.

How could she not be grateful? Wasn't this God's way of helping her get rid of the thorn in her side?

Jessica had humiliated her in front of her friends and in several other ways, stripping away the pride she held so

dearly.

At one point, she had sent her to the hospital by breaking her leg because of that crippled, she has lost so many

opportunities because of that and had even walked with a clutch and also sat on a wheelchair for a few days.

"Why won't | be happy dad? Why won't | be grateful after all | have passed through in her hand that fate had

finally intervened in my favor." She snickered her eyes cold and her lips curled up.

"Risa, are you for real?" George asked incredulously.

"lI am dad, and as for that crippled disappointment of a son that is the best ending for him." She concluded with

a sigh.

"Risa, you are heartless and selfish!" George thundered, resuming his restless pacing.

Risa clenched her fists, anger boiling within her. She hadn't expected her father to be this distressed over

Jessica's disappearance.

Why was he this worried? Could he really care about that replacement more than her? Or is there something else

that he is not letting them on.

She flopped onto the couch beside the large television, which was already broadcasting news of the attack. The

recovered vehicle was displayed on the screen, destroyed beyond redemption as if it had fallen off a cliff. Its

broadcast a grim reminder of the morning's events.

A smirk curled on her lips as she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear, "I think | learned from the master."

George's head snapped toward her, his fury erupting beyond control. In an instant, he stormed across the room.

Risa barely had tto react before a resounding slap landed across her cheek, the force of it stinging her skin

and leaving a clear red imprint.

Risa’s hand flew to her stinging cheek as she stared at her father in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief.

For a moment, she simply gaped at her father, unable to process what had just happened. If her memory serves

her right this should be the first time.

It had always been Jessica who receives the beating, scolding or punishment. Jessica had always been the family

trash can.

"You... you hit me?" Risa whispered, her voice trembling with shock and suppressed rage. George Brown, the

man who had always doted on her, the father who had overlooked her flaws, had just struck her.

Never in her wildest thoughts had she imagined that her doting father would ever strike her.

And when she thinks of the reason, she felt the sting of the slap to more painful. The reason?

Because of Jessica, an abandoned daughter, an unloved nympho, one who had only been used as a substitute in

marriage and as a trade exchange of the Brown and Allen family?

George's chest heaved with heavy breaths, his fury barely contained. "Maybe | should have done this a long time

ago," he spat. "Maybe then you would have understood the consequences of your arrogance and selfishness!"

Risa clenched her jaw, her fingers digging into the couch cushion beneath her. Her heart pounded with anger,

humiliation, and an unfamiliar sting of betrayal. She had always been her father’s favorite, always the one he

protected.

Yet now, he was taking Jessica's side? A stepdaughter he had barely acknowledged until it suited his needs? A

means to an end.

"You hitfor her?" she hissed, her tone laced with venom. "For that worthless girl? That disgrace who was

thrown away and abandoned?"

"Jessica is twice the daughter you could ever be!" George thundered, his patience at its breaking point. "At least

she understands family. At least she isn’t a selfish, heartless brat celebrating someone’s misfortune!"

Risa’s nails dug into her palm, her body trembling with the force of her anger. Her father’s words sliced through

her like a blade. Jessica is twice the daughter you could ever be... The words echoed in her head, fueling the fire

of resentment already burning inside her.

She let out a bitter chuckle, her lips curling into a twisted smile. "So this is it, huh? The great George Brown

finally sees his real daughter? Too bad it took losing her for you to realize it," she sneered.

Her eyes flashing with cruelty. How she wished she knew where the body of that stinky girl is she would have

paid her back in her own coins.

"But don’t worry, Dad. If she’s really gone, then there’s no one left to overshadowanymore."

George's eyes darkened as he studied the daughter he had raised, the daughter he had spoiled beyond reason.

For the first time, he truly saw Risa for who she was—not the innocent child he once protected, but a woman

consumed by jealousy, bitterness, and greed.

"You're a disgrace," he muttered, his voice laced with disappointment. "If Jessica ever comes back... | wonder

how you'll see her with such wicked heart.

And with that, he turned away, leaving Risa to stew in her anger and humiliation, the sharp sting of his words

cutting deeper than the slap ever could.

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George's step faltered briefly, but he didn’t turn back. Without another word, he strode into his study, shutting

the door behind him.

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heavy with dismay. If Jessica dies...

then | have nothing to hold onto in

the Allen family, he mused grimly.

A sharp sigh escaped him as a new idea formed in his mind. His fist clenched as he subconsciously deliberated

on his next line of step.

"There's no need to panic," he muttered under his breath. "But if something truly goes wrong... then Jessica must

serve her final purpose."

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Then he would be demanding for compensation. And what to compensate with must have to equate with what is

compensated for.

"Jessica can’t lose her life without saving the Brown family from ruin," he muttered, his voice dark with resolve.