Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption

Chapter 309: A wife -protecting maniac

Today’s scenario was never imagined by Desmond. He never thought that after spending his time, effort, and wealth lobbying the top power players in Country Y, his downfall would be orchestrated by a girl—young, poised, and unassuming at first glance.

He didn’t doubt the fact he had miscalculated. He had never thought Jessica to amount to anything worth considering.

As the reality of the unfolding scene began to register, Desmond felt a chill creep down his spine. The humiliation, the betrayal, and the disbelief formed a suffocating cloud around him.

Looking back over the past few weeks, it was now quite clear that Davis had planned this all along.

The leisurely pace at which Davis had acted. From the time he stepped in, Davis had assumed the countenance of a person coming just to fulfill righteousness not someone coming to reclaim power or protect family legacy.

That casual attitude had made Desmond complacent. Now, it burned like acid in his throat.

The minimal resistance he offered during the share discussions—it all began to make sense. Davis had been playing the long game.

Otherwise, why would he have been so careless and lenient about everything going on?

It was all a trap, and Desmond had walked right into it.

Desmond felt bitter and hurt, yet What hurt the most was not the fall from grace; rather, it was that everything he had built, everything he had fought for, now lay in the hands of a girl.

This girl, in his eyes, weighed nothing in this brutal world of business and politics.

His eyes locked onto Jessica, standing tall and unshaken, a woman whose confidence now dimmed the grandeur of the chandelier above her. His lips curled into a sneer, though bitterness twisted inside him.

Of all the things he could imagine, all the explanations he could conjure, he had only one thought and only one answer that seemed plausible—she was a seductress and a gold digger.

There was no other reason, in his mind, that Davis would so willingly entrust her with power, influence, and legacy.

Otherwise, why would Davis have fallen so deeply and leisurely handed over everything?

It also made sense now why he had never succeeded in winning over the old man—Elder Allen. Clearly, Jessica had long claimed Davis’s heart and loyalty, and through him, his legacy.

Taking in a new breath, he looked up, clenched his fists and growled, "Don’t get too comfortable, little girl. I’m not the only one with eyes on that chair." He said glaring at Jessica.

Davis, unbothered, patted his uncle’s back gently and said, "Uncle, you really shouldn’t worry. My baby is just and kind. Of course, Heaven always favors the righteous and she wouldn’t be an exception."

Desmond scoffed. "Davis Allen, open your eyes and see who it is you treasure so much, the person it is you’ve handed everything to."

"A girl who agreed to a marriage proposal with the purpose of using you? Don’t you think she’s just after the shares and will leave you now that she has them in her grasp?"

Davis chuckled, unshaken. "Uncle, I never knew you loved worrying so much. Sounds like my problem, not yours."

He pretended to think briefly and sighed.

"Since you’re too kind to think about it, I’m glad for the heads-up. If she leaves, then I will follow her. Seems simple enough. Besides, I believe she won’t send me back."

Desmond’s chest rose and fell with suppressed fury. Before he could spit out another word, the conference room door flung open with a sharp bang. Several uniformed police officers marched in, their presence filling the room with instant tension. Behind them, a sea of flashing cameras and press microphones buzzed like wasps.

A premonition settled in Desmond’s gut like cold lead. Jessica gracefully stepped aside, making way. Her voice was calm, "Gentlemen, the floor is yours."

One of the officers stepped forward. "Mr. Allen Desmond, you are under arrest for conspiracy, attempted murder, misappropriation of company funds, and deceiving the public. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law."

Gasps echoed through the boardroom.

The shareholders exchanged wary glances. This feud, this struggle, seemed to be the Allen family’s business, and surely they couldn’t interfere—unless it affected their profits as shareholders of the group.

Aaron, watching from the side, clenched his fists tightly. Only one thought pulsed through his mind: Destroy Davis and restore honor to our name.

Desmond glared at him, a warning glint in his eyes. "Aaron, you can’t be careless anymore. Get the lawyer for me."

Aaron’s lips twitched as he muttered under his breath, "Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll finish what you started."

His eyes slid toward Jessica, full of seething hatred. But before he could act, Jessica’s lips curled into a bright curve. She leaned in closer to him, her voice icy and dreadful.

"Allen Aaron, don’t get too pumped up. Are you sure you can finish what he started?" she smirked.

She pulled back, twirling a loose strand of her hair in her hand. Aaron stared at her, his anger snapping. With his hand raised, he lurched forward. "You bitch!"

But then, the sound of bones crackling filled the air. Davis had swiftly seized his hand and twisted it. Aaron’s scream tore through the hall, his hand hanging limply at his side.

Everyone present in the boardroom shivered. Desmond stared at Davis with rage, his eyes burning. He would have made sure Davis didn’t get away with this, but his hands were already cuffed.

"Allen Davis, why must you break his hand? Are you this jealous of him that you never want to see him?" Desmond shouted. noveldrama

Davis’ lips curled up with a mocking smile, his gaze running over Aaron’s body as though searching for a higher quality to be jealous of.

"Can’t really imagine what I would be jealous about in him. My wife—excellent. Her ability—extraordinary. Her beauty—charming."

His hand lightly caressed her cheek. "And you think you are qualified to raise your hand on her? Don’t you think I’m merciful enough not to cut it off?"

His gaze snapped back to Aaron with fury. "Yet, I will teach you this lesson—not to insult your superior."

While Aaron was still trying to understand what he meant, a punch landed on his lips. "Never call her names. Address her properly next time."

Seeing the punch land, Vera flinched, her body trembling lightly, her eyes widening like saucers. She couldn’t believe it. Had Davis really beaten Aaron to this point because he had raised his hand on his wife, yet didn’t even succeed in slapping her and now lost a tooth because of a name?

"Had he turned violent? For the years I knew him, he was kind and understanding. Can’t believe he is now a wife-protecting maniac?"

Jessica pulled out a set of wipes and turned to face Davis, her cheek still blushing from the soft caress. Grabbing his hand, "Why do you like getting your hands dirty?" she snapped, her voice soft and gentle.

Carefully, she wiped his hand with utmost gentleness before throwing the wipes to Aaron. "You might care to wipe off the blood. It’s disgusting," she sneered.

Aaron stared at them, dumbfounded, his gaze subtly glancing at Vera, who had her eyes still trailed on Davis without flinching. Several thoughts ran through her mind, but one thing she clearly felt was regret.

Aaron didn’t expect Vera to be more engrossed in another man’s look than tending to her husband. Despite their differences, he had hoped for a little attention, yet it seemed impossible to get.

After a moment, she took a deep breath. "Davis," she called, her voice cutting through the brief silence that ensued as the policemen led Desmond toward the door. "You must love your wife so much to be this protective?" she asked, with a slight edge of anger tinged with jealousy.

Davis’s head snapped toward her, ready to answer. But a slight tug from Jessica made him pause.

Jessica had long wanted to talk to her. She was never comfortable with Vera’s gaze on her husband. Dusting off non-existent dust from his suit, she arranged his tie, her hands softly tracing the distinct features of his face.

"What perfect and excellent husband wouldn’t love his baby so much?" she smirked.

Davis chuckled. Vera’s face flushed in embarrassment. She had already dreaded the answer the minute she noticed their subtle interactions.

"When the baby is flawless," he added, "The husband has no choice but to fall deeper every day."

A collective blush spread across the boardroom. As questions filled their minds, low whispers and murmurs coursed through the hall.

"Didn’t we come here for a board meeting?"

"How did this turn into a public display of affection?"

"I never knew corporate war could lead to love confessions."

"But didn’t they say Davis lost his mind after the accident? He looks fine to me."

"I think the Louis family must be regretting everything right now." _{fr\eewe.bn(o)v\el.c(o)m}

"Speaking of them... look at their daughter."

A shareholder sighed. "Revenge really is best served cold. Must be painful watching what you threw away being cherished by someone else. Regret is a cruel companion."

"Quite pathetic."