Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 232: A day to relaunch...

~One Week Later ~

This morning in Noveria was unusually mild, with a warm breeze swirling gently through the city, heralding the

full embrace of spring. Sunlight danced lazily through the delicate veil of clouds, The sky, painted in soft light

blue and rays of gold, added a serene beauty to the bustling atmosphere.

Across Noveria major cities and suburbs, digital billboards and television screens played the scaptivating

footage over and over: the much-anticipated relaunch advertisement.

Every major news channel—Tabloids and media outlets played the relaunch advertisement in a continuous loop.

With so many hashtags,headlines and posts circulating online.

#A company at its wake #

#Mr. Stan rolls out a new company to replace the previous Allen Group? #

A new company? Who is the man behind the scene?

Noveria experiences a break in the market trend as a new company joins the trend.

A new company? What is the name?

The excitement was contagious. Investors, marketers, distributors, and corporate juggernauts buzzed with

anticipation.

The packages being offered were too enticing to ignore, and the promises of innovation, profitability, and

partnerships were irresistible.

For some, it was about money and the future. The Noverian’s business tycoons, socialites, and elites saw this

rising company as already the next big thing. Their interest was long-term and strategic—they saw wealth,

prestige, and global recognition in their future. So, they were sharpening their tools, ready to carve out a slice of

the emerging empire.

For others, curiosity ruled, they simply wanted to witness the spectacle and then return to their cautious corners

to make decisions later with plans to observe before deciding.

And then, there were the fence-sitters lingering on the sidelines, hesitant yet intrigued—watching, waiting,

sucking on the lollipop of skepticism unsure whether to dive in or flee so they can only wait until the tide

revealed which way to sway.

But one thing was certain—Noveria was on the cusp of a change and the city continuously buzzed with

speculation and curiosity.

Meanwhile, tucked away from the city’s thrum and the hustle of the commercial district, in the tranquil of an

upscale estate, Davis's private bungalow was drenched in the soft glow of morning light.

The atmosphere was vastly different. The day had started unusually slow. The clock had long struck 10 a.m., and

yet both Davis and Jessica remained curled under their duvet, embraced in a deep, restful slumber. The rest of

the house, however, had already sprung to life.

Outside, the sunlight filtered through the trees, dancing on the tiled rooftops, and casting dappled shadows

across the neatly trimmed garden.

Birds chirped from the garden treetops, flitting between flowered branches. The vibrant scent of freshly bloomed

flowers wafted gently through the windows, carried by the breeze.

The compound’s serenity was pure—a haven crafted perfectly for rest and relaxation. A contrast to the storm of

activity and planning that had dominated their lives in recent days.

Inside, the attendants moved with graceful efficiency. The gardener had already completed his rounds, trimming

and watering the carefully manicured landscape. The household remained quiet except for the faint clatter of

dishes from the kitchen and the occasional sweep of brooms against marble floors.

In the grand dining room, Lady Deborah, the live-in cook and housekeeper, stood with concern etched into her

features. A tray of breakfast—steaming eggs, buttered toast, spiced plantains, and freshly squeezed juice—sat

untouched on the long, polished table.

Her gaze flickered toward the staircase and ramp every few minutes. She glanced at the grand silver clock and

frowned. Breakfast had been ready for nearly an hour, yet there was no sign of the couple.

She had grown used to their routines. For the past week, Jessica and Davis had been early risers, starting their

day before sunrise. But today, no footsteps echoed from above. No soft voices. No sign of life beyond the faint

breeze brushing the drapes. It was different. It wasn’t normal.

Deborah is a seasoned woman in her late fifties with graying hair and kind eyes, she had been employed by

Ethan, Davis's right-hand man, shortly after they moved into the new apartment.

Jessica had taken an immediate liking to her—not just for her culinary mastery that spanned far beyond typical

Noverian dishes, but for the motherly air she exuded.

Deborah, in turn, had fallen deeply for the couple—not romantically, but emotionally. She appreciated their

humility, their respect for staff, and their genuine kindness.

And Davis... he was reserved and complicated. Despite Davis's limited mobility, he never barked orders but he

treated Jessica with a tenderness that contradicted his aloof facade.

And Jessica, she felt like she was watching her own daughter find joy again.

As her features reminded her so much of her own daughter—beautiful, composed, and considerate, the humility

with which Jessica carried herself despite being married to a man of great wealth—it warmed her heart.

Today, concern gnawed at her. Standing near the dining table, she glanced anxiously toward the hallway. Her

instincts tugged at her to check on them. She hesitated, then began climbing the stairs with slow, deliberate

steps.

Arriving outside their bedroom door, hand raised, to knock—but froze midway only to lose her nerve.

What if they were simply tired? What if she was being intrusive?She mused contemplatively.

She turned around, frustrated with herself, muttering about not wanting to disturb their peace, frustration

simmering beneath her quiet demeanor.

As she descended, another thought crossed her mind: What about Ethan? If anyone would know what was going

on, it was him. Determined, her feet moved swiftly toward the end of the hallway, where Ethan's room was

located. She knocked gently.

Moments later, the door creaked open. Ethan stood before her, tousled and eyes bloodshot with fatigue. His

usual sharp appearance was replaced with a disheveled look. His voice was groggy as he greeted her in a low,

husky voice "Good morning, ma’am."

Deborah gave a soft, apologetic smile. "I'm sorry to wake you.

Ethan shook his head. "It’s fine."

"It's just that Mr. Davis and his wife haven't cdown. | was worried and breakfast had been ready for a while,"

She continued, hesitant.

Ethan rubbed the bridge of his nose and exhaled. "Don’t worry," he assured her. "We were all up until almost five

this morning, finalizing plans for today. They're just catching srest." His tone was calm but tired.

Deborah nodded in understanding.

"Oh,"Then I'll keep their food warm."Deborah replied, visibly relieved.

Thank you," Ethan said, offering a brief smile. He watched her leave before sighing and gently closing his door.

He collapsed back onto his bed, thoughts drifting to Jessica.

It had been only a week since they arrived in Noveria, yet she had proven to be a force to reckon with.

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Even as a seasoned strategist and capable executor, he found himself both humbled and impressed by her

brilliance.

While Davis often grumbled and complained asking her to take a break, she had decisively taken on the reins of

every meeting tackling each task with sharp wit and unwavering focus.

She seemed to have a contingency plan for every scenaand her ability to foresee obstacles and have backup

plans in place was something Ethan quietly admired—and envied.

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Ethan smiled faintly. She wasn’t just smart. She was prepared. And that made her powerful. "She really needed

rest." He mused.

With that thought, he turned over and let sleep claim him once more. The real battle would begin at 4 p.m.—the

gala and investor's night—and based on the itinerary, they wouldn't return until well after 3 a.m.

A long day awaited them all.