Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 150: Unexpected Twist 2

Jessica glanced at the clock on the wall and let out a deep sigh. Twas moving and at a fast pace, but the

atmosphere in the room felt frozen, thick with tension and heavy with emotion.

The truth sat between them like a thundercloud, refusing to pass with another storm still lingering behind.

Elliot's eyes hadn't left Davis's face for a while now. He sat still, studying the young man intently, like someone

trying to memorize a long-lost picture.

Every feature tugged at his heart totally reminding him of what he has lost.

His facial features clearly defined like hers—those deep, sharp eyes, the proud nose, the thick brows.

The more he looked, the more he saw her—Siri, his daughter. His little girl who vanished years ago with nothing

but a whisper in the wind. Now, her son sat before him. His grandson.

A soft, broken sigh escaped Elliot's lips.

"I never thought..." he murmured, voice low and rough, "that | would stare into the eyes of my blood and not

recognize him. Though, I felt it but | didn’t bother giving it much thought. I failed. | failed to know my own flesh."

The weight of that realization pressed hard against his chest. He had spent years searching—his heart restless,

his mind tormented by guilt and longing.

He had flipped every stone, used every connection, every dark and secret path the underworld offered him. And

yet, the one place he never thought to look... was the Allen family.

Of all people. Of all enemies.

How could he have missed it? When the most dangerous place is usually the safest place.

Being the head of the Ravensdale mafia, Elliot always took pride in being two steps ahead of any information

and news.

He was a man who knew so many secrets of others’ and his own. His network was vast, his resources endless,

and his instincts always sharp. But now, those instincts had failed him in the most painful way.

Never in his wildest imagination did he think his princess (Siri Ravensdale) would end up connected to the Allens

for any reason.

After everything that happened years ago—the bitter feud, the bloodshed, the betrayal that tore both families

apart—he believed it was impossible.

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The Ravensdales were forbidden from having anything to do with the Allens. And the Allens? They kept their

distance too. The two names couldn't exist in the ssentence, let alone under the sroof. He had totally

refrained from investigating the Allen family based on this standing agreement.

And yet... here he was, face to face with the Allen family’s crippled heir... who turned out to be his own grandson.

Elliot's heart pounded, a strange mixture of fear, anger, and regret shaking him to the core. His hands trembled

slightly, and he placed them flat on his knees to hide it.

He could still remember Siri’s last moments with him—her smiles, laughter as they chatted about situations but

then she asked a question "Dad, can | make a choice of my own husband?"

Elliot sighed with regret as he recalls his response "Siri, the Ravens have a rule and we abide by the rule, when it

is time...the family will arrange your marriage."

That was the last. Then she left... and never cback. Now he knew why. The realization felt like a punch to

the gut.

"| searched everywhere... except the one place | never wanted to look," Elliot said, more to himself than anyone

else. His voice cracked as his gaze dropped to the floor.

He looked up again, eyes resting on Davis. "You," he whispered, "you were right there with her, was she happy?

Was she treated bad? Was she hurt? Did she ever mentioned the Ravensdale name?" He questioned, his eyes

reddening with pains. Guilt twisted in his chest.

Jessica sat in silence, watching the battle in Elliot's heart unfold on his face. She had imagined this scene many

times in her head, but nothing prepared her for how deeply it would cut.

Davis, too, remained silent. His body was still, but Jessica could feel the storm inside him. His hands were tightly

clenched, his jaw firm, but his eyes... they said it all.

Elliot closed his eyes and leaned back slightly. His emotion spiraling out of control that Jessica and Davis didn’t

know how to help him.

"What do | do now?" he whispered hoarsely to himself. "Do | follow the ancient grudge and keep pretending this

bond doesn’t exist? Or do | break it all—defy the old order and accept what fate has handed me?"

He shook his head slowly.

"I've already lost my daughter. Am | supposed to lose my grandson and my granddaughter too? What about my

goddaughter?" His voice faltered.

"Can | survive that kind of pain again?"

Jessica felt her throat tighten. She had never seen Elliot so shaken. For the first time, the powerful, feared man

looked like a father—just a grieving father. A broken one.

Davis finally stirred. His fingers relaxed a little, and he looked at the man who had unknowingly been searching

for him his entire life.

He spoke, voice low but clear. "You don’t have to decide now. Neither do I. But one thing is sure... we are blood,

she mentioned about the Ravensdale but only toand when people are out of ear shot."

Elliot's eyes welled up at those words. He gave a small nod, but couldn't find the strength to speak again.

Jessica leaned closer, her voice soft but steady. "You once said that the past defines us, but it doesn’t have to

control us. Maybe... this is your chance to rewrite that story."

Elliot looked at her, and for a moment it flickered with hope but not for too long and it dimmed again as he

recalls how deep the feud of the Allen and Ravensdale family ran. It wasn’t just personal—it was built into the

foundation of their worlds. Alliances, betrayals, a dark history soaked in blood.

To embrace Davis and Bella meant a choice to defy everything that had been ingrained in him for decades. Elliot

sighed in regret while thinking of ways to solve the mystery.

Davis been at the helm of affairs in the past understood it. And yet... sitting in this room, with the truth out and

the bonds laid bare, none of that history seemed as important as it once did.

Elliot took a deep breath, steadying himself. He reached out a trembling hand and placed it on Davis's shoulder.

"I failed your mother, Davis," he said. "But | don’t want to fail you too."

Davis's eyes met his though painful, he understood the burden on him, He had always imagined the scene of

him meeting his Ravensdale grandfather but never expected it to be in this painful manner but then...it no

longer mattered.

"Then don’t," he chimed.

And for the first tin years Elliot's heart had a tiny piece of peace settled in.

Jessica sat quietly, her eyes moving

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Elliot, on the other hand, seemed lost in thought, his gaze fixed somewhere far beyond the room, deep in regret

and memories. Despite the silence, emotions were still strong—raw and lingering like smoke after a fire.

Jessica knew this moment of calm wouldn't last forever. And more importantly, she knew there was still one big

problem they couldn't ignore and it is tthey talk about it, the tto talk about Bella.

As the thought crossed her mind, a wave of fear and worry crept into her chest. Her heart squeezed tightly. Bella.

Sweet, strong, yet fragile Bella. The girl who had been with her through thick and thin.

The girl who had laughed with her, cried beside her, and shared countless sleepless nights filled with secrets and

dreams.

But now... everything was about to change.

The truth of her relationship would shake Bella’s world in a way no one could predict. Jessica felt more worried

with each passing second. Would she be able to handle the truth? Would it break her?

Jessica sighed and closed her eyes

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Jessica cleared her throat gently, a small cough that broke the silence in the room. Both Elliot and Davis turned

to look at her, their tired eyes now fixed on her face.

She met their gaze with calmness, but her voice carried a tremble—a mixture of concern and hesitation. "We

need to talk about Bella," she said softly.