Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269: You are not an Allen

The words fell like a sledgehammer, shattering the rock in Davis’s heart and bearing their judgment with them. "Desmond isn’t an Allen," he murmured silently, his mind spiraling as he struggled to analyze and comprehend the weight of this revelation.

One question thundered through him with unwavering force: "If not an Allen, then who?"

All his life, he had known Desmond as his uncle. He had grown up calling him that, had seen him at family functions, in business meetings, and around the Allen mansion like any other member of their bloodline.

Not once had there been a whisper or hint suggesting he was anything but an Allen.

Yet now, hearing Elder Allen say it with such finality stirred an unsettling dread within Davis. How many more secrets lay buried in the depths of this family?

Unbeknownst to them, Desmond, who had just arrived at the hospital room door ready to argue his way past the guards, stood frozen. The words filtered clearly through the small window, hitting him with unrelenting force.

"I am not an Allen?"

"I was never a member of the Allen family?"

"Why have I not known about this? Why was it hidden from me? What really happened?"

"If I’m not an Allen, then who am I?"

"Why had I never been treated differently except in the course of taking over the Group?"

"Why had no one mentioned it within or outside the Allen family?"

Inside, Davis’s voice, slightly trembling, broke the heavy silence. "How? Why? Since when?"

Desmond leaned closer to the door, his heart pounding. He wanted to hear it. He needed to hear how the man he called father would explain away the life he had lived under a name that might not belong to him.

He expected flimsy excuses, perhaps an attempt to sugarcoat the truth, but the old man’s silence only deepened the chasm inside him.

After what felt like an eternity, Elder Allen’s voice came, quiet and heavy. "Alfred, go to the company and bring Desmond over. I need to speak with him. He deserves to hear the truth while I still have the strength to speak it."

Alfred hesitated, concern shading his expression. The old man hadn’t told him everything, but his instincts told him this matter couldn’t be resolved with soft words or gentle truths.

"Davis," Elder Allen turned to him, his voice weary, "what do you think?"

Davis let out a soft sigh. Vengeance had burned in his veins for long and his return this time is to make it true. After the revelation, he had blamed Desmond for much of the pain he had endured—the death of his parents, the theft of his inheritance, the endless schemes.

But now, faced with this truth, a strange silence wrapped around his anger.

"Let him come. There are questions only he can answer," Davis replied, his voice clipped but calm.

Alfred gave a nod of resignation and turned to the door, hand reaching for the handle but before he could pull it open, the door was pushed inward.

Desmond stepped in.

He moved with a confidence that didn’t match the storm inside him. His eyes glittered with rage and pride, and his voice rang with biting sarcasm. "Long-lost nephew and niece-in-law. Tired of hiding?"

"Hiding?" Davis smirked, locking eyes with him. "You may not be wrong, but it was for the better."

"Desmond. Davis. The Allen family has suffered in silence too long. Today, I will tell you the truth. Desmond, you have always wondered why I held you back from taking over the Allen Group. It was never about favoritism. It was because..." he paused, voice breaking, "you do not carry the Allen blood." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

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