Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Warmth on air...(declaration of love)

The flight from Country Y to Noveria would take about ten hours. It wasn’t a very long journey, but considering all the troubles and chaos surrounding them, it felt like just enough time to breathe and regain their strength.

Inside the plane, everything felt peaceful. Time seems to slow down just for them, giving a beautiful world of two.

The cabin was wide and elegant. The cream-colored leather seats, soft ambient lighting, and a peaceful floral fragrance lingering in the air made it feel warm, cozy and serene.

With a soft music playing in the background, the atmosphere was quite peaceful and harmonious.

Ethan, after boarding, had retired to his personal cabin to finish up work before their arrival in Noveria, leaving Jessica and Davis to stay in the main suite which is more encompassing with several facilities.

Davis looked around quietly, a rare sparkle of pride shining in his eyes as he took in the elegant interior.

Jessica opened the cabin door and stepped inside. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the dazzling yet minimal decor. A soft smile curled her lips. "I think it’s best to catch a nap before I start stargazing," she teased, throwing herself onto the wide bed.

Davis slowly walked over her and eased in beside her on the mattress. With ease, he pulled her into his arms and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

Jessica instinctively snuggled into his embrace, his arms snaked around her with a silent promise of protection. He reached out, drew the blanket over them, and adjusted the air conditioning to a warmer setting, but she hardly noticed. In his arms, she already felt home.

Moments later, a flight attendant in a neat uniform quietly approached. She placed a tray with warm tea and some snacks on the side table, nodded politely, and left without a word.

Jessica reached for the tea and took a sip. It was warm and soothing, spreading comfort that eased her nerves.

Davis let out a deep sigh, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. His mind a whirlpool of thoughts.

"I never knew you had a plane until you suggested we fly private," he said, looking over at her. "So, what’s the catch?"

Jessica chuckled. "Are you trying seriously trying to check me out, digging into my secrets or trying to do a background check midair?"She teased.

"Just curious how you came to own such a beautiful and exquisite plane," he replied, his eyes scanning the luxurious interior again.

"Well," she grinned, "shouldn’t you be happy you bagged a rich skillful wife?"

Davis laughed softly. "I’m happy, impressed... and honestly, a little fooled."

"Fooled?" she echoed, her brows raised and a smile on her lips as she gazed at him.

"Yes. No one knew you were rich. Desmond and the others thought you were just part of the Brown family, and that meant you had no real power. They believed you were at their mercy. But I don’t blame them though, you concealed it well."

Jessica sighed, her smile fading a little. "This plane was actually a birthday gift from my mom. Sadly, It was the last gift she gave to me before she passed away. She arranged everything—paid for it, kept it at the airport, and made sure it would stay untouched and maintained until I turned eighteen."

Her voice grew softer. "On my eighteenth birthday, I came back and claimed it with all the documents and certifications. The Brown family never knew about it or its existence since it was with the lawyers."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "My mom always warned me never to mention it to them. To be safe, she gave the papers to our lawyer. She did the same for most of the assets she left me."

It wasn’t just the plane. Most of her inheritance had been hidden the same way.

Davis reached out and gently rubbed her back, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He’d noticed the sadness in her eyes when she spoke of her mother.

"Don’t worry," he whispered. "I’ll be here for every birthday to come."

"Thank you, Davis," she murmured. Her eyes glistened as she blinked back tears. Davis watched her, his heart heavy. She looked so calm, yet he could feel the pain beneath her smile.

Looking at her in his arms, he could see it clearly now—her quiet strength, her silent endurance. Though the Brown family had shown her no love, she had carved a place for herself through sheer will.

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