Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: A call from subordinate

After her business discussion with Daniel Watts, a mediator sent by the Watts families. Jessica rose gracefully and exited the sitting room leaving the space for them to chat.

Back in her bedroom, Jessica reclined on the edge of the bed, her fingers dialing Richard’s number from her phone’s speed dial.

As the call connected, she didn’t waste time to issue a set of instructions.

"Draft a partnership agreement with the Watts Group in our terms of operations," she instructed.

"We’ll remain the majority shareholders. But from their end, Daniel Watts is the only person authorized to represent them."

Though, such arrangement would have elicited the Watts family’s objection but with their hope and expectations clinging to the duo they are partially tongue tied.

Richard was stunned and frozen into silence. Just two days ago, he had been called by Jessica to gear up for an aggressive acquisition as such as he had expected it to take place the next week.

Now it seemed the deal had not only gone through, but Jessica had decided to keep a face of the Watts family intact.

"How did you pull this off?" he asked, incredulous.

He almost pitied the Watts family. Jessica never made a move unless she planned to bankrupt, dismantle, or completely erase her target. But her next words left him stunned.

Jessica smiled faintly, her voice calm but amused. "I didn’t," she said. "Davis did."

There was a brief silence from Richard’s end. He blinked on the other side as he shook his head in disbelief..

"He—what?"

Jessica leaned back against the headboard, the weight of the past few days pressing gently against her shoulders. "I’ve been a bit under the weather to even notice what had been going on but then Davis stepped in."

Two days ago, after watching her drift in and out of consciousness from sheer exhaustion, Davis had quietly approached Ethan for information.

Fueled by a mix of rage and resolve, he took action.

He contacted a major media conglomerate, paid handsomely, and ensured the Watts family trended for all the wrong reasons.

Simultaneously, he supplied damning intel to regulators and authorities, locking the family in a web of legal and reputational chaos.

To Ethan, he gave only one order: "Keep the pressure. Don’t let them recover."

Jessica had watched from the sidelines, surprised at first—but ultimately impressed. The clear and practical precision of Davis’s moves mirrored her own cold, calculated style.

And for once, she allowed herself to sit back, let him clean up the mess while she applauded from the shadows.

"He’s... good," Richard muttered, half-shocked, half-resigned.

Jessica chuckled. "More than good. He avenged me."

After ending the call, she dropped the phone on the side table and let her eyes flutter shut. She needed rest. She hoped she had just enough to recover before Davis returned from the office.

But moments later, the door creaked open.

She opened her eyes to see Davis rolling into the room, his wheelchair moving with practiced ease. He looked tired, but focused.

"You’re back," she said, shifting on the bed.

"Yeah," he replied, moving beside her and drawing her into his arms without hesitation.

"I missed you," he murmured into her hair, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.

"Same here," she replied, melting into his embrace.

"Any better with the symptoms?" he asked quietly, his voice tender as he brushed a thumb over her cheek.

Jessica’s lips tugged downward into a pout. "No changes. Still nauseous. Still tired."

He exhaled heavily. In recent weeks, he’d read everything he could on pregnancy—symptoms, risks, emotional swings. Yet, he still felt unprepared. Her experience wasn’t quite what the books described.

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