Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption

Chapter 324: Can we go in now?...

"Sonia, what does all this mean? You’re really not going to do anything to stop her?" Tricia asked once more, her voice a whisper laced with disbelief.

But surprisingly, Sonia remained still, unwavering. Her silence was answer enough that she had maintained her stand.

Tricia sighed, her shoulders slumping under the weight of mounting tension between them. She was just about to voice her final decision when murmurs erupted outside the car.

A crowd had gathered, their buzz and murmuring stirred their curiosity as they turned their heads toward the entrance.

Just as they wanted to ask they noticed the arrival of a convoy. The fleet of luxury cars rolled to a smooth stop.

From one vehicle, guards in sleek black suits emerged, moving swiftly to position themselves by each door. The atmosphere shifted—anticipation mounting with every passing second.

The first door opened.

Ethan stepped out, composed and sharp in a dark tailored suit. Unlike his usual role as an assistant, today his cold gaze swept across the spectators with regal indifference. His aura mirrored his boss’s. A calm, unreadable yet commanding expression.

Next, Alex Gando emerged, his demeanor effortless, a casual smirk on his lips. He offered his hand to Becky, who descended gracefully, her eyes scanning the venue with quiet calmness. Together, they stood by Ethan and Bella. These four striking figures formed a quiet wall of presence.

The murmurs only intensified. All eyes shifted to the final car as they waited in anticipation of who it might be.

In the car, Jessica took a deep breath, Davis caressed her palm lightly. "Are you sure you really want to step out of this car without a mask?" He asked softly with concern flickering in his voice.

Jessica nodded and Davis’s brow furrowed. She reached up, lightly tapping his forehead "Hey, can you not keep a frowning face? Without the mask, I can be just anybody but the mask, a signature identity of Lady Bright," she explained.

Though she had always gone with a mask to events, that was mainly to shield her face from her identity as she still hopes to keep her life private, which is practically impossible without the mask.

But today, she is not walking this red carpet as Lady Bright, or Angel Wears CEO, but rather as a little wife of Allen Davis.

Their marriage had never been a secret but then due to Davis’s situation at that time, it had seemed as though they were keeping it a secret.

Davis nodded in understanding, a warm smile coursing his lips. He pulled her into an embrace before letting her go.

"Can we now go in? Guests might wonder what was happening in the car?" Davis smirked. She nodded in acknowledgment.

Davis slowly stepped down, his well-polished shoe glistening in the sunlight.

He took a moment to adjust his suit and cufflink as they glistened in the sun.

Davis took a deep breath as he took in the red carpet stretching out before them.

Several thoughts and emotions swirling within him as he observed the red carpet stretching before them like an endless highway, he wondered about a lot of things as his mind spinned with questions.

"If she had not taken that forceful stand, would he be able to walk a red carpet again?"

"Would this admiring gaze not scorn and mock him just like the incident at the mall."

Casting a brief glance at the faces of the ladies and their blushing cheek. He felt amused. Would any of them accept him at that time?" No fame, no glory and just a crippled heir.. noveldrama

For the long months of their marriage, this happens to be their first official appearance in any event as husband and wife.

He bent slightly towards the car and stretched out his hand towards Jessica, who softly placed her hand on his, her heart thumping at his firm grasp.

Jessica slowly and carefully alighted the car. Her appearance halted the scene as it fell into a pin drop silence.

With an intimidating aura not short of Davis’s, her gown emitting the touch of gentility, a feminine air around her made her more angelic yet commanding.

Davis raised his hand and brushed away a few strands of hair falling over her face, his gentle and mesmerizing intimate action left the onlookers gasping.

"Is that Davis’s wife?"

"Davis can now walk?"

"Are you surprised?"

"Who isn’t surprised? The last time I recalled, he was still in a wheelchair at the airport."

"Have you forgotten, he had been declared dead by his uncle and the Allen family, with the police quickly renouncing the idea?"

"Don’t you think he might have gone abroad for treatment?"

Another sighed. "Rich families and their complexities."

Davis gave a subtle nod. "Shall we?"

They responded with a faint nod while Davis glanced at Jessica who also gave her acknowledgement.

Together, they stepped onto the red carpet followed by Ethan, Bella, Alex, and Becky. Three men, three women, stunning in poise and appearance standing proudly and elegantly beside them with a clear message—Taken.

Several women felt their hearts shattered at that moment while some wondered why they weren’t in that position, envy clouding their gaze.

As the group entered the hotel, Tricia snapped out of the daze. Sonia glanced at her, a slow smirk playing on her lips.

"Had Davis actually recovered his legs?" Tricia asked with astonishment.

Sonia shrugged lightly. "Just as you have witnessed."

~Elsewhere~

Julian stood in front of a full-length mirror, fidgeting with yet another tie.

His bed looked like a fashion battlefield. An array of jackets, ties, and pristine suits scattered like fallen soldiers. Maxwell, his assistant, stood nearby, silently sweating and offering up a silent prayer.

This had to be the twelfth suit and tie Julian had changed into, If he is not mistaken, yet there wasn’t anyone satisfying.

Julian tugged at his collar. His thoughts were far from calm. For two days, he had dug deep into Jessica’s identity as Lady Bright.

Her only identity he had discovered by coincidence but the information remained incomplete.

He still couldn’t forget the man in a wheelchair he had seen with her at the cemetery though he had only caught a glimpse. But public information said Lady Bright had never been married. Something didn’t add up.

"Maxwell," Julian asked again, "what do you think of this one?"

Maxwell hesitated. He had no more energy for fashion debated as he couldn’t actually make out the best answer to give this young master who had spent the past two hours trying one suit after another

"You look great in all of them, sir," he offered, hoping it would finally be enough.

Julian turned, examined himself, and frowned. "I don’t know... I think the tie’s too bold. My sister might not like it."

Maxwell took a deep breath and made one final effort. "Sir... we’re two hours behind schedule."

"What?" Julian’s eyes widened. He snatched up his black wallet, phone, and the small, wrapped gift he’d carefully prepared for Jessica.

"Let’s go," he said, voice sharp with urgency as he moved toward the door crossing the room in a long slide.

Maxwell followed as the door clicked shut.