Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196: Rumours & invitation

~Jessica’s Mansion~

The day had started off well, though the sky was a bit cloudy as the changing weather signaled the arrival of a new season.

Jessica and Davis had woken up early but weren’t in the mood to leave the bed; instead, they snuggled into each other’s arms, savoring the warmth and quiet moments together.

Davis was playing with a strand of her hair lost in a deep thought while she was in no rush to leave the house snuggled comfortably in Davis’s arms, she flipped through various online tabloids, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

But that peace shattered the moment her eyes caught the trending headline. She sat up instantly, her heart thudding.

"This can’t be happening," she whispered, staring at the screen as if trying to make sense of it. Her brow furrowed as she scanned through the news trending on the tabloids, her breath coming in gasps.

This wasn’t good.

She had always known her company’s fashion week usually brought unnecessary hype, but it had never started this early. It wasn’t even close to the scheduled date. The company hadn’t released the theme, designs, or promotional materials yet. So, who leaked this news? Why now?" She mused.

Davis noticed the sudden shift in her mood. "What is it?" he asked, his tone calm but curious.

Jessica handed him the phone, her expression turning serious. "Take a look at this. Maybe you can help analyze because as far as I know this isn’t good for the company at all."

Davis took the phone and began reading. His eyebrows lifted as he scanned the content.

A glaring headline stood out on the tabloids with so many other blogs posting and re-posting with viral hashtags.

"Who is the real power behind Angel Wears?"

"Angel’s Wears Boss unveiled."

"Angel’s Wear theme for the fashion week."

"Angel’s Wear CEO working with a human puppet."

"Mysterious Boss unveiled."

With several mosaiced photos attached.

The buzz around Angel Wear’s upcoming fashion week in Country Y was louder than ever raising concerns for Jessica and her executives.

Unlike other high-end clothing brands, Angel Wear had a unique philosophy: fashion should be accessible to everyone. Whether you were a millionaire, middle-class, or struggling to make ends meet, Angel Wear had something for you.

For the elite and socialites, Angel Wear offered exclusive custom-made designs, crafted from luxurious fabrics and stitched with the finest hands. Each piece whispered class and screamed wealth.

For middle-class citizens, the brand offered stylish yet affordable outfits. They were fashionable enough to stand out and budget-friendly enough not to break the bank. These designs gave people confidence and pride.

Even the lower-income earners were not left out. Angel Wear had lines specifically tailored for them—simpler styles, affordable prices, but still carrying the charm and quality the brand was known for. It made them feel closer to the world of luxury, even if just by owning one item from their wish list.

Angel Wear was a brand for all. Over the years, it had steadily risen to become a leader in the fashion industry—not just in Country Y, but internationally. And with every fashion week, the excitement only grew.

The company’s annual Fashion Week was not just a show—it was a movement. Citizens from all walks of life marked the date in their calendars. Fashion lovers gathered, social media buzzed, and the media covered

The brand’s fashion events were always spectacular. Invitations were exclusive, the runway shows extravagant, and the designs unforgettable.

This year, however, the buzz started even earlier than usual yet with a questioning outlook.

For years, people believed Richard was the head of the company. He had always taken public responsibility for the brand, appeared in interviews, and represented Angel Wear at major events.

But now, with doubts surfacing. Some speculated there was someone else behind the scenes, someone more powerful, more creative.

The news continuously spread like wildfire across social media. Hashtags trended overnight. Threads speculated. Theories clashed online. #Real Boss Of Angel’s Wear #Who Designs Our Dreams?

The conversation exploded. Within hours, several blogs and news outlets picked up the story. Comment sections filled with theories.

The public was divided. Some remained loyal to Richard, while others claimed there had always been a mystery figure pulling the strings.

After a few moments of reading through the post as it continued gaining momentum, he leaned back slightly his eyes narrowing and muttered.

"This kind of hype would have been great if we were about to launch... But four months early? That’s way off schedule."

Jessica nodded. "Exactly. We haven’t started promotions yet. No dates announced. No press releases. Nothing. And now this?"

Her chest rose and fell with quiet anxiety. "This shouldn’t be happening now. It’s too early. Too suspicious." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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