Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption

Chapter 318: What audacity?

Tricia Watts paused in her footsteps, her gaze settling on her friend for a while. Her arms crossed over her chest, one index finger tapping her cheek in contemplation.

"Plagiarism...?" she murmured.

"Then her eyes narrowed coldly, glinting with a dangerous curiosity. "And what do you stand to gain if you succeed?"

into the plush couch, casually swirling the wine in her glass. Her legs were elegantly crossed, eyes narrowing in thought and the light in her eyes darkened with calculation.

"Well..." she said slowly, a cold smirk curling up her lips, "I stand to gain so many things."

Tricia’s lips tightened slightly as she watched Sonia. That smirk, arrogant and unbothered spoke volumes. She gave a small shake of her head.

She and Sonia had always been good friends—though in separate countries, their friendship had sparked the first time they boarded the same plane. Tricia was returning to Noveria after a business trip, and Sonia was heading there for a summit.

They had been seated side by side in first class, and with introductions out of the way, their mutual admiration quickly grew—the blending of two elegant ladies.

Both exuded class and competence—Tricia, the poised heiress of Watts Group, and Sonia, the sharp, ambitious owner of Deluxe Wears and the proposed heiress of Zak Group. It was a friendship born of status and shared ambition.

Since then, they had become the best of friends, several business dealings in between and close alliance with each other.

Taking a look at the reason why she had arrived in country Y, Tricia felt her resolve hardening. Davis and Jessica must pay for all the insults and pain she had suffered.

To exert her revenge she had set her launch on the same day as Davis but surprisingly Lady Bright had stepped in to change her game...

The result had come in ways she never expected..

On the night of that launch, She had made every effort to poach Lady Bright to her side but she had snubbed her and treated her like trash.

"What audacity!" She fumed.

Tricia had been on tenterhooks with the situations surrounding the company and the future of the company hanging by a thread as her investors pulled out..

Still trying to process it all, Tricia found herself even more rattled that the situation was thanks to Davis’s interference.

Her fury snapped. But even in her anger, she knew she couldn’t let Watts Group fall.

Yet what enraged her more was Daniel’s betrayal. Instead of reconciling with J&D Globals on her behalf, he had sold the group’s leadership to them.

Surprisingly when she was hoping to recover from the bad news then came the final insult.

Daniel Watts, an illegitimate son not worthy of the Watts name took over the management of the company—an approval granted by the patriarch in the directive of J&D GLOBALS (Davis and Jessica).

While she, the recognized president, was demoted to Chief Operating Officer,

She had laughed bitterly at the irony.

But she wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

Determined, she visited Country Y for the annual, epoch-making Angels Wears showcase. But digging deeper into the event details, she was hit with another shock—Jessica wasn’t just the lead designer of Angels Wears; she was its CEO.

That was it, the insult complete. She can’t help marveling. With all honesty, Jessica’s audacity left her reeling.

But this isn’t as shocking as the revelation she got, a truth she still dared not believe. Jessica was Lady Bright—and also Davis’s wife, this truth struck her like a slap in the face, it tasted so bitter in her mouth.

She could still recall vividly how her eyes had widened with disbelief, her breath stumped that they came in gasps and her clenched. Even at this moment, she couldn’t suppress the rage boiling inside her. noveldrama

"How do I let go of the people that stepped on me?

"Made me lose my right?"

"Pushed me down the cliff.. impossible"

At that moment, Tricia made up her mind: she would play this game to the end. Jessica would be pulled down from her high horse.

Sonia chuckled after a moment. "I stand to gain... so many things." Her voice snapped Tricia out of her daze and she noticed for the first time that her hands were clenched tightly.

Tricia hurried over to the couch and sat beside her, locking eyes with her.

"Can you be specific?" she pressed.

"For so long, we’ve been in competitive positions. Despite booking the top designers and spending heavily on marketing, she always managed to sneak her brand into the top charts..." Sonia muttered venomously.

Her fists clenched tightly. "But with plagiarism, don’t you think her glorious name will roll in the mud? And the result?" She glanced at Tricia, her lips curling again.

"Deluxe Wears soars higher," they said in unison, raising their glasses for a toast.

"I’m sure that’ll give you the breathing space you need... and sales will definitely rise," Tricia smirked.

"So, does that mean the theft from the hotel will be used as your design materials?"

"To some extent. But before the goods were taken, I had an insider."

Tricia raised a brow. "Who?"

Sonia burst into laughter, thoughts flashing through her mind.

"A lap dog."

Tricia’s brows furrowed, laced with contemplation and astonishment.

"A lap dog—as in the one I’m thinking of?"

"Exactly, baby. He wants a CEO girlfriend? Why not make him pay the price?" she smirked.

Together, they fell into another bout of laughter.

Sonia, recalling the scene of the young man accepting the task—to send over classified information and assist the hotel manager in moving the stolen goods—couldn’t suppress her amusement.

She wondered how a man who couldn’t even think straight with his own head thought he was worthy of her.

"Does he really think that, after the investigation points to him, he’ll still keep his job? Or that she —Sonia—would employ him? When in truth, he’s the kind that would probably sell out to another rich lady just as easily."

She shook her head lightly and took a calm sip of her wine before setting the glass down. Her gaze turned colder as she stood up.

"T, the show begins in just an hour. Care to join me at the hotel? I have to walk the red carpet—as the CEO of Deluxe Wears."

"Sure. I’ll be your plus one," Tricia snickered. Taking one last gulp from her glass, she set it down and followed suit.