Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300: Sister-in-law, you did it!

The day began with warm bright sunlight shining down from a clear blue sky. The air was warm and crisp, hinting at a promising start.

Across the city, every billboard, blogs, fashion sites, and social media feed buzzed with the same news and one headline: Angels Wear Fashion Week has arrived.

Despite the title, Angels Wear’s fashion week wasn’t an entire week of shows—it was one grand launch event filled with glamor, red carpets, and model exhibitions, all held in a single day.

However, the sales strategy extended for a full week: first-time buyers were granted exclusive discounts on newly launched items. After the week ended, prices reverted to their original, premium levels.

While most fashion houses issued discounts to move stagnant inventory, Angels Wear did the opposite. Their brand was built on desirability and exclusivity. Every of their products to be displayed are all limited editions yet its sales usually tops the chart.

Their marketing team had strategically chosen this approach to build hype and guarantee demand. And it usually worked.

The results evident on the fact that months before the season’s unveiling, pre-orders were already maxed out. Clients had booked their pieces without even seeing them. The buzz was unmatched.

Angels Wear’s ad campaigns ran on a loop—on television, subways, buses, airport terminals, and streaming platforms.

Richard had pumped an enormous budget into visibility, but it wasn’t just business sense driving his decision.

He suspected that Jessica’s identity might come under fire in the days ahead, and if that happened, this global spotlight might become her shield—a way to prove her standing and worth, even under scrutiny.

Meanwhile, in the Davis estate, the atmosphere was serene. Deborah had risen early, preparing an elaborate breakfast for the family.

By 7:30 a.m., the table was set and waiting. The aroma of freshly baked fruit bread, toasted sandwich and tea drifted gently through the air.

Upstairs, Davis and Jessica lay tangled in each other’s arms. The morning sun filtered through the partially drawn curtains, painting soft golden stripes across the sheets.

Davis’s phone, resting silently on the nightstand, buzzed and vibrated against the wood, pulling him out of sleep. His brows twitched, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, squinting at the screen. It was a call from one of his subordinates.

"Sir, bad news," came the anxious voice on the other end.

"What happened?" Davis asked, sitting up in bed, his tone still hoarse from sleep, yet edged with calm alertness.

"There’s a report released online saying Old Man Allen had a heart attack yesterday. They claim his condition is very serious."

Davis’s face turned serious now fully awake. He took a deep breath.

"That’s not all," the voice continued. "A shareholders meeting had been scheduled for nine this morning?"

"No, it should be ten, are you making a mistake?" He asked calmly.

The subordinate kept quiet for a while, a soft flipping of a document was heard in the background as he continued "It’s not at ten like we were told. It’s been moved to nine. Ten was a decoy."

Davis’s lips curled into a cold arc. "So Desmond has finally stopped pretending he plays fair."

He breathed deeply, processing the news. "Keep monitoring the press and the stock performance. Let me know if there’s any sudden shift."

"Yes, sir."

He ended the call and dialed another number immediately. The person on the other end picked up on the first ring.

"I need you to do something for me," Davis said without pleasantries.

"Understood," the voice responded before the line went dead.

She twisted lightly and burrowed herself deeper "let me sleep a little longer," she murmured, her voice laced with exhaustion. "It’s going to be a long day." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

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