Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289: Decoy

The morning air was warm and gentle. The sun had risen, with light clouds softening its rays as they streamed down to the earth.

A mild breeze drifted lazily through the suburban landscape, the leaves swaying to its rhythm, carrying the fresh scent of blooming flowers and clean streets.

It wasn’t hot or cold—just comfortable and soothing, like slipping into your favorite shirt.

Birds chirped from the trees, their soft melodies blending with the hum of the city as they gradually stirred awake. Everything felt calm and unhurried.

Country Y lay in peaceful stillness, its tabloids featuring only the usual headlines of celebrity scandals, economic updates, and the usual political banter but beneath this calm, a silent storm was beginning to gather in the Allen family.

The sunlight reflected off the body of a sleek black car speeding toward the suburbs, its body gleaming under the morning rays.

Several other vehicles followed at a moderate distance. Inside the car, Davis sat in the back seat, his head resting against the headrest, his eyes closed. But his mind was far from restful. Thoughts churned with options, questions, strategies and answers that seemed just out of reach.

In the passenger seat, Ethan was immersed in work, his laptop balanced on his lap, fingers flying across the keyboard as he worked against time.

Davis had instructed him to finalize the corporate agreement with Devers Group, a multinational agro-technology company.

Devers had long sought collaboration with the Allen Group as a way to enter Country Y’s economy, but the plan had been shelved after Davis’s accident. Desmond had been unaware of the pending deal, so the proposal remained dormant.

Now, it had to be revived. The group had been informed, and the signing which was initially planned to be done in person had been shifted online. A digital certificate of incorporation would follow.

"How long to the destination?" Davis asked, his brows furrowed in thought.

"We should arrive in twenty-five minutes," the driver responded.

"Shorten the time," Davis instructed.

The driver’s heart skipped a beat. He was already doing 100 km/h, and now he was being asked to go even faster.

"Shouldn’t he still be traumatized by that accident last year?" he muttered under his breath, reluctantly pressing harder on the accelerator.

"Sir, Devers has sent over the signed documents," Ethan reported. "You need to countersign on behalf of the group."

He handed the laptop toward Davis, who sighed in relief.

Davis opened his eyes slowly and took the laptop from Ethan. He read through the document, his gaze scanning every line, ensuring no clause had been altered, no loophole hidden in plain sight and no errors or missing details.

Once he was sure of its authenticity, he digitally signed the agreement and passed the laptop back to Ethan.

"What about the company seal for the documents?" Ethan asked.

"You don’t need to worry about that. Tell them the finalized corporation documents will be sent within two days," Davis replied.

Ethan nodded and proceeded to draft and send a confirmation email to the Devers CEO, per Davis’s instructions.

By the time the car turned into Jessica’s mansion, Davis had checked his watch again.

As his car slowed down at the gate, the security team posted at the gate straightened up welcoming him with reverence due to a master.

As usual, he made use of his wheelchair and headed upstairs to the bedroom. In the hallway, he paused as he felt eyes on him, a thought crossed through his mind "Am I being watched and by who?" Turning slightly, he glanced behind. The corridor was silent and empty.

Taking a deep breath, he resumed his motion, wheeling himself through the ramp. From his breast pocket, he retrieved a key and smoothly unlocked the bedroom door. Once inside, he shut the door and secured it with several clicks of the lock before he stood up.

Standing still for a moment, he swept his gaze around the room. Memories of moments shared with Jessica flooded his mind, along with the circumstances that had led him to this home.

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