Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 83: Restless night...

Chapter 83: Restless night...

Desmond stormed out of the sitting room in a measured step as he struggled to suppress the fury burning within him.

He had hoped the Old man will do something about this lady who keeps on throwing her weight around.

He couldn’t believe it—over something as trivial as a shopping trip, he had lost two of his most loyal staff. It felt surreal, completely unexpected.

Back in his private lounge, he poured himself a glass of champagne, sinking into his chair as he tried to analyze the situation. But then his sinking feeling kept hammering on one word

"Jessica".

How had she managed to turn things around so easily? He needed to understand her role in all of this—was she acting alone, or was someone backing her?

Just as he took a sip of the wine, his phone dinged with an incoming call. He glanced at the caller ID, and in an instant, he felt the blood drain from his face. His grip tightened around the glass as a sense of unease settled over him.

Taking a steadying breath, he answered the call.

"i am listening," he said, his voice low and controlled.

The voice on the other end was sharp, laced with displeasure. "Desmond, what the hell happened? Two of our people gone—do you have any idea what kind of mess this is?"

"Am sorry, it was an oversight." Desmond responded.

"Oversight, you say? How?" The voice queried with authority. Desmond shivered lightly. He couldn’t imagine what it could be talking to the same person in his presence.

Desmond clenched his jaw, swirling the champagne in his glass as he tried to mask his frustration. "It was unexpected. I didn’t anticipate Jessica would act so boldly."

"Jessica?" The voice scoffed. "That woman again? You assured me she was nothing to worry about. But from what I see, she’s proving to be more than just an inconvenience."

"How?" I’m thinking that may be she didn’t do anything and it was due to sheer coincidence. Desmond said. But the eerily silence of the voice in it’s laughter sent shivers down his spine.

Desmond exhaled sharply, his patience thinning. He had underestimated her, dismissed her as just Davis’s insignificant wife.

But time and again, she had disrupted his plans, and now even his allies were questioning his control.

"I will handle her," he said through gritted teeth.

"You better," the caller warned. "Because if you don’t, I wil and when I do....l."

The line went dead, leaving Desmond staringlu0 at his phone, his mind racing.

Setting the glass down with a soft clink, his lips curled into a sinister smirk.

"I think there’s no need of waiting anymore". He murmured.

~Vera’s room~

Vera was livid. She continuously paced the room restlessly, her heels clicking against the floor in sharp, angry beats.

She couldn’t believe that she had constantly lost to Jessica severally— a girl from the countryside and Davis had shut her out so easily, just like that.

She had expected resistance, but not this cold detachment. Though, the situation might have been out of hand but the The Davis she knew had been soft-hearted, understanding—someone who would at least hear her out.

But now, it was as if he had built an impenetrable wall around himself, and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t get through.

"Davis had never been dependent on any girl or woman, so much that the ten years they spent he had always been the one in control but Jessica proves different, Has she turned him to zombie". She thought.

But then

Her hands clenched into fists as frustration bubbled within her. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She had a plan, a perfectly crafted one, yet everything was slipping through her fingers.

As she was lost in thought, her phone rang, snapping her back to reality. She glanced at the screen—her father, Louis. Her breath hitched slightly. She knew why he was calling.

Taking a deep breath, she answered. "Dad"

"Vera, how much longer do you plan to drag this out?" His voice was sharp, brimming with impatience.

"I just need more time," she said quickly, trying to steady her voice. "Davis is being difficult, but I—"

"Difficult?" Louis cut her off, his tone filled with irritation. "You told me you could handle this, that you would have him wrapped around your finger by now! Yet all I hear are excuses. Do you understand what’s at stake?"

"Dad, I understand but you should know the situation now is different because I am his sister-in-law because am married to Aaron." She said in defence.

"Vera, I have no time for your excuses and the earlier you do what is expected of you, the better." He thundered over the phone.

Vera swallowed hard. Of course, she understood. It was all about their quest for power, the influence, the connections. It was about securing her position and fulfilling her father’s expectations.

"I promise, Father, I....I ... Will try my best within the shortest possible time," she said.

There was a beat of silence before Louis spoke again, his voice dangerously low. "You better. Because if you fail me, Vera, you won’t like the consequences."

The line went dead, and Vera slowly lowered the phone, her hands trembling slightly.

She took a deep breathe to calm her fraying nerves while she stared at the phone in her hand, her fingers tightening around it unconsciously.

The call had ended, but the weight of her father’s words still pressed heavily on her. She had expected his reaction—it was always the same. Disappointment. Impatience. A reminder of her place.

Everyone knew her as the daughter of the Louis family, but that title was nothing more than a shallow illusion. She was never the true heiress, never the daughter they had lost.

She was a replacement, a convenient stand-in while they continued their search for their biological daughter—she need not to be told what will happen when the finds her. Vera scoffed mockingly at herself ..

She had spent her entire life trying to prove her worth, to earn the place that had never truly belonged to her. But no matter how hard she tried, she was always met with the same cold indifference. She was useful—until she wasn’t.

Her father didn’t understand how difficult it was to swallow the entire Allen Group. Did he really think it was that simple? The old man might have seemed weak once, but day by day, he was proving to be more resilient than she had expected.

Vera sighed, frustration tightening in her chest. Is it even attainable? she wondered. The pressure was suffocating, and no matter how much she schemed, everything kept slipping further away.

And if should she fail to complete her father’s mission, she knew exactly what that meant.

"What do I do?" she mused aloud.

Her nails dug into her palm as she clenched her fists. Failure was not an option. Davis would come back to her. He had to. And if Jessica stood in her way... well.

Just then, her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. An unknown number flashed on the screen.

She hesitated. Was this another order from her father? Another reminder of her failure?

After a moment of contemplation, she finally picked up.

"Vera..." The voice on despite coming from the phone speaker sent chills down her spine.