Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 139

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Chapter 139: Fallen Princess

Risa stormed out of the hospital each step of hers charged with fury, her heels clicking against the pavement like war drums, her eyes blazed with anger as her fists tightly clenched at her sides trembled. Rage bubbled inside her like a volcano ready to explode. Her emotions tethering between crying and laughter. Her emotions riotous with tears threatening to fall.

She had come here today with nothing but her pride swallowed to beg—yes, beg for an opportunity, beg for a chance to work for them, to be at their disposal of work.

"How had i fallen to this point? That even securing a menial job had become problematic?" she murmured to herself while making it to the exit. She never imagined she would stoop this low in this lifetime to beg for an opportunity.

All she wanted was a chance at any job. Even if it meant cleaning floors. But they rejected her. No second look. No mercy. Risa isn’t reconciled with this outcome. She had been at the top of the entertainment circle where everyone is looking up to her, asking to sign a contract with her for one product or another.

But now, everything has fallen apart.

The past few weeks had been nothing short of a nightmare, a disaster. First, the Brown family crisis hit the news reducing their prospects of survival. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Then the Allen family, they are supposed to assist tide the waves for the sake of that damned girl yet Desmond turned them down. It was one hit after another. They hadn’t even recovered from the last mess before a new one started.

Risa’s world had tumbled into pieces, as though the universe itself had turned its back on her. "What do i do, nobody wants me not even my own mother?" she murmured her eyes reddened in pain, anger and mockery of herself.

She had been officially blacklisted because of the Brown’s family and her photos which had gone viral denting her image.

The same social circles that once sang her praises now turned cold shoulders. Even her mother, once the poised, graceful beauty who floated through elite society with an air of nobility, had turned venomous at every sight of her presence.

Gone was her sweet voice and gentle smiles. there are now replaced with sharp words and icy glares. She treated Risa like discarded trash in the trash can. Recalling her mother’s venomous word "Risa, you are a disgrace, I asked you to marry Davis Allen, you refused. You see yourself?"

Risa often wondered if she is really her daughter? A tool to climb the social ladder? Or merely a golden ticket her mother had used to keep her position in high society and her marriage intact.

And George, her father? A drunk.

Every day he came home stinking of alcohol, mumbling nonsense, vomiting in the hallway. The house has long ceased to be called a home. The servants were all gone—no one to clean, no one to cook. The silence in the halls are usually heavy, and the dust grew thicker with every passing day.