Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288: In two days...

After ending the call, Elliot rose from his chair, pacing the length of his study with measured steps.

Despite having instructed Jessica to "work up something" from her end and putting additional security in place, he couldn’t shake the gnawing unease building inside him.

His instinct continuously pricked him "There is something off—something beneath the surface he hadn’t yet uncovered."

His gut whispered of secrets buried too deep, of truths twisted and locked away in silence and this truth he had to uncover.

Returning to his desk, he sat down slowly, opened his laptop, and began typing methodically.

Within moments, a flood of classified data on the Allen family flashed across the screen. His gaze sharpened as each line added weight to his suspicions.

*Allen family’s economic dominance rises by 70%, topping the Country Y’s business rankings.

*Expansion into beauty and tech industries announced.

*Allen family rumored to hold a secret prototype codenamed Solacum1

*Development of an energy accumulation and sustainable system in progress, it’s origin and parent registered by Alex Allen.

*Level 3 prototype testing reportedly completed successfully.

*The National Council expresses interest in securing rights to the tech.

*Council dispatches a liaison to initiate negotiations.

*Alex Allen insists on patent rights.

*Testing paused after a lab explosion killed a couple—survived only by their son.

*Prototype manual mysteriously lost.

*Alex Allen and wife died due to an accident.

Elliot’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, then slowly curled into fists. Each detail sank into him like a dagger. The deeper he went, the clearer the picture became and yet, the more questions formed.

Why had Desmond, of all people, sought out the Night Merchant, a known manipulator of underground intelligence and wartime tech trafficking? What was he after?

Elliot had always turned a blind eye and maintained a clear distance from the Allen family unconsciously. It was never his concern and they had never crossed paths before.

But now with Davis in the picture as his grandson tangled within that very family, he has every reason to probe further and this he must do.

His eyes remained fixed on the screen, jaw tightening as thoughts churned through his mind.

"Did Davis know about this?" he muttered, leaning closer to the glow of the laptop. "Has he ever uncovered the truth about his mother’s accident?"

He remembered his daughter Siri—bright, stubborn, and secretive. For a good number of years, he had been unable to trace her yet she had insisted that her son take her maiden name— Raven in the face of danger.

"It felt odd, really odd."

"Was she hiding something from people around... or protecting something?"

Elliot’s thoughts raced as he carefully analyzed the report digging deeper and deeper.

The incident and report of that year claimed her life, along with her husband’s, was ruled an accident.

But the classified notes gave him another picture he couldn’t believe due to the series of events preceding the unfortunate event.

"Siri’s death wasn’t just fate," he whispered. "It was orchestrated."

A cold determination settled over him.

"I have to find out what happened. The details of that year’s event must come to light, and everyone involved in the matter must be exposed."

Picking up his phone again, he dialed a secure number. As the line connected, his voice was razor-sharp.

"I need a full document on Desmond Allen. Every move, every connection, both past and present. Leave nothing out. The more detail, the better."

The call ended. He shut the laptop with care and rose from the chair. He walked slowly to the door, pausing only to take in the quiet of the room.

The door clicked shut behind him as he made his way to his bedroom.

~Davis Home~

After taking the call, Jessica groaned softly, pressing her fingers against her throbbing temple in an attempt to ease the lingering tension in her head, her brows furrowed.

She hadn’t slept well, and the sudden phone call in the middle of the night had only worsened things.

She stared at the screen in her hand, tempted to hurl the phone across the room.

Taking a deep breath she slumped back into bed. The report echoing in her head. The sense of peace she had hoped to find tonight had shattered.

She glared at the phone in her hand, a sigh escaping her lips.

"Is it now difficult to even have a peaceful sleep after a stressful day?" She murmured noting how impossible it might be for her to go back to sleep if there is no intervention.

Glancing at the clock on the screen, she sighed. It’s just a few hours to daylight.

Desmond stirred beside her, his hand brushing over her arm. "What’s wrong?" he asked groggily, pulling her close.

"Seems your uncle is already making his move," she murmured, frustration creeping into her voice.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify