Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 85: Why are you helping me

Chapter 85: Why are you helping me

Vera let out a slow breath, as she walked backed to her bed and sat down, her face frowned with contemplation as she subtly glanced the dark screen of her phone.

Maybe... just maybe, this is worth a chance. If she could pull this off, if she could prove her worth, then perhaps she could finally earn her place in the Louis family.

Maybe then, her parents would truly acknowledge her—not as a mere replacement, but as their daughter.

She had spent years living in the shadow of the daughter they lost while they never truly accepted her, she is always treated as an outsider despite bearing the Louis name.

If taking down the Allen family was the key to securing her position, then so be it.

~At a Penthouse in a suburban~

A young man sat on the couch obscured away from light, his body shrouded in darkness slowly put down his phone.

The dimly lit room was eerily silent, save for the low hum of the city beyond its walls. His back against his chair, fingers drumming against the armrest, his laughter gradually fading into a chilling smirk.

His lips curled in a cold arc. "Just one at a time, step by step and they will all pay for their wickedness."

His cold gaze flickered lightly toward the collection of documents sprawled across his desk. Each of them a pieces of a puzzle only he could see, each one a stepping stone in his grand plan of destroying the Allen’s.

Slowly, he picked up a particular brown folder, its edges worn from repeated handling. His fingers slowly traced it and it’s surface.

"Davis!, Oh Davis!!, how will you feel when you discover that you been crippled for so long is the work of your uncle? Not just an accident but premeditated?" He smirked, a cold and complicated smile dancing on his lips.

He chuckled darkly, eyes gleaming with malice at the thought of The Allen family—their empire, power and prestige.

"How will you feel when you wake up one morning and your grandfather is no more?" He murmured.

"and the very shares that are your possession fallen into the hands of your uncle who I will also take it from"... He laughed loudly and crazily as one insane

His gaze flickered to the snapshot on his desk, a man and a woman locked in a warm embrace, their smiles as gentle as a spring breeze.

The sight made his fingers tighten into a fist, veins popping at the back of his hand. His jaw clenched, eyes darkening with unrestrained malice.

He traced a single finger over the surface of the photo, his touch very gentle, almost reverent.

"Exercise patience..." he whispered, a sinister smile playing at his lips. "Very soon—very, very soon—I will pay them back for every bit of pain you suffered..."

His laughter echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the sound of a soft breeze rustling through the curtains.

~Davis bedroom ~

The situation in Davis’s bedroom was quite different from the tension brewing everywhere else. After they argued over the little stunt Vera had pulled on him, Davis made a mental note to be more careful next time.

Jessica on her part stared at him for some time, her gaze complicated. "You need to lay down while I take a good look at your vitals and draw up a better conprehensive plan for your treatment" she said.

Jessica slowly helped him onto the bed, her gaze complicated. She didn’t speak immediately, but the weight of her thoughts was evident in the way her fingers lingered on his arm before pulling away.

Davis studied her expression, his sharp eyes catching the flicker of concern she tried to mask. "Do you have something on your mind?" he asked, his voice low but firm.

"Yeah, I have the feeling that something is not right?she said.

She hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Davis, I think we need to make some changes to your treatment plan to accelerate your treatment. She said.

"Why do you plan on the changes?" Davis asked.

"I don’t know but my instinct tells me something is not right. Having spent these days at the family house, so many persons have been offended and they will definitely try something more daring" she sneered.

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Davis nodded his head lightly, it is now a lot clearer for him "the silent undercurrent getting thicker and thicker by the second.

"Why change my treatment plan then?" He asked with curiosity.

Jessica stood up, pacing the house in a slow calculated step "the major reason is acceleration of treatment." She smirked

"It is quite clear to everyone now that you are sitting on a wheelchair, now it will give them more reason to underestimate you." She analyzed.

"The treatment plan is rigorous and painful but if done properly, you should be having your feet in the shortest time." She said.

Davis let out a slow breath, leaning back against the pillows. "You think my condition will make me a bigger target?"

Jessica met his gaze directly. "I don’t just think—I know. We can’t give them any advantage. If they believe you’re vulnerable, they won’t hold back."

A slow smirk tugged at Davis’s lips, admiration flickering in his eyes. "You always think ten steps ahead, don’t you?".

"Davis, this is not time for joke." She said with a more serious tone.

"Okay, you go on." He said.

"Now, even when you’re healed and strong on your feet, you can’t stand up from the wheelchair in public, no matter how anxious you are." She said.

"I think you should practice your wheelchair coordination properly as not to need help at any time." She concluded.

"Then?" He asked.

"We wait and watch out how things unfold, I am having a lingering feeling that there is more to so many incidents that happened." She said.

"Did you investigate?" He queried as she stared at her incredulously.

"Not really, I am planning to do that when I join the company tomorrow." She smirked.

"Jessica, tell me the truth... Why are you helping me so seriously?

She felt stumped by the question, initially she agreed to do her best because of her purpose but as the day goes by...she felt it important to protect him, to stand by him may be to leave the marriage as it is.

Jessica smiled lightly and squatting down before him, she stared into his face. Taking in the changes in his expression —hope, doubt, curiosity, fear and something else she cannot read out well.

"I don’t know." She answered. But as she made to leave, Davis held her back. His heart beating wildly. While Jessica was still trying to understand the problem, he captured her lips in a full kiss.

After what felt like eternity, he let her go as she gasped for breath. "Can you not leave me?" He asked gazing into her eyes.