Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 87: An emperor in a wheelchair

"Grandpa", Vera greeted her face paled and her gaze not meeting his. She did not expect to find Elder Allen

behind her.

His posture was straight, his hands clasped behind his back, and his sharp, calculating eyes rested her.

He had been watching her, observing every move, yet she hadnt even noticed his presence. She felt

embarrassed and silently cursed Jessica.

Since her arrival into the house nothing seems to be going in order. She felt she will never be able to finish

settling the scores with her for every embarrassment she has felt.

She forced a smile, trying to regain her composure. "Grandfather," she greeted with forced politeness, willing her

voice to stay steady.

Elder Allen didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed on her, cold and assessing. Then, after what felt

like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice calm but laced with hidden weight.

"Vera," he said slowly, "what exactly are you doing here at this hour of the night?"

Her mind racing in trepidation while her head spinned for an answer but then noting cforth... The old man’s

gaze intensifying.

"lI want ...to talk to her...but... but she is gone to bed" she stammered out. Grandpa, see you tomorrow", she

murmured.

Vera hurriedly disappeared into her room, her retreating figure betraying the turmoil within her. His sharp eyes

lingered on the closed door for a moment before he let out a deep sigh.

He had seen it—the flicker of emotions in her eyes, the slight tremor in her voice, the hesitance in her words.

Anger. Frustration. Jealousy. But more than all that, he sensed an overwhelming bitterness clinging to her like a

shadow.

The old man’s gaze darkened. Bitterness is a dangerous thing, he mused. It festers, it poisons, and in the end, it

destroys.

He had observed Vera for years, and though she had always carried an air of entitlement, tonight felt different.

This was not the prideful daughter of the Louis family —this was a woman on the verge of something reckless.

With another sigh, Elder Allen turned and walked away, his mind already working. If she is not handled properly,

she will beca bigger threat than expected.

~In Davis room~

Both of them were oblivious of the incident happening outside.

"We need to sleep, we have an early trip to make tomorrow morning." Jessica muttered feeling drowsy.

"Alright." Davis agreed. Slowly, he pulled Jessica into his arms as though it was a natural thing while she nestled

into a comfortable position.

Davis lay awake, staring at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Jessica's words kept replaying in his

head—"There’s more to every incident that’s happening."

What did she mean? What had she seen or uncovered?

He turned slightly, his gaze landing on Jessica, who was sleeping soundly beside him. The soft rise and fall of her

breathing brought him an odd sense of comfort, but it didn’t soothe the questions swirling in his mind in any way.

"Cto think of it... he had never truly questioned the circumstances of his accident. Had it really been an

accident? Or premeditated through a foul play?" He mused inwardly.

Back then, all he could focus on was the on the total devastation of his losses—his legs, his position in the

company, his fiancée, his dignity. He had been drowning himself in grief and resentment, unable to look beyond

his pain.

But now... now, he couldn't ignore it. He must find out to further ensure she is protected. His fist clenched lightly

with a new found determination and conviction.

"It seems | have bectoo blinded by my suffering to see the truth?"he silently mocked himself.

His uncle’s had taken every opportunity to rise in influence while ensuring he falls into the background, from

Jessica's diagnosis his legs were tampered, the shifting dynamics in the family, the silent power struggles—it all

seemed to align too conveniently that it is good to be fate.

Davis exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. He needed answers.

And this time, he wouldn't just sit back and let fate dictate his life. Whatever was coming, whatever truth was

buried in the past—he was ready to face it.

If there was a hidden truth behind his accident, he would uncover it. If there were enemies lurking in the

shadows, he would drag them into the light.

The days of drowning in self-pity were over.

He was Davis Allen—the nthat once commanded respect, reverence, and fear. And now, he would reclaim

everything that was his, no matter the cost.

This time, there would be no hesitation, no mercy. If those who schemed against him thought he would remain

weak forever, they were gravely mistaken. He would be reborn, not as the man he once was, this the had

chosen a path for himself —brutal and ruthless.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes softening as it lingered on Jessica's sleeping form. She had walked into his

life unexpectedly, yet she had bechis greatest anchor. He couldn't afford to lose her. He wouldn't lose her.

For her sake, for his sake—he would rise again.

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long as she can stand behind him.

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He needed to check on his staff he had disbanded.

He needed to check on his outstanding fund which are not in the custody of the Allen family.

He needed to met up with sof the top executives and now Jessica is going into the company, he needs to

protect her interest.

Otherwise he didn’t want to imagine the result.

He reached for his phone, his fingers

pausing over the screen. It was fate,

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Taking a deep breath, he dialed.

The line rang twice before a familiar, steady voice answered.

"Sir?"

Davis felt a strange sense of reassurance at the sound.

"Ethan, | need to see you. First thing tomorrow morning."