Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

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 tthe 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 | 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.

He exhaled deeply, a firm resolve forming in his heart. He had to win this game.

With measured steps, he crossed to the safe, keyed in the password, and heard the soft hiss as it opened.

Inside, he retrieved a sealed envelope—the document that would determine the final decision of the board: the

long-awaited share transfer papers, which had been entrusted to his wife.

A faint smile curled his lips as he took out his phone and dialed her number.

Jessica's voice cthrough softly, laced with amusement. "What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just chto pick up the document," he replied.

"| figured as much. Missingalready? Then wrap up your task quickly and chome."

"I will. Definitely. Your day?"

"I'm spot-checking the fashion venue, so I'm busy. See you later," she added, followed by the beep as the call

ended.

Her playful chatter brought a sense of comfort. Glancing at the sealed envelope in his hand, he felt grateful she

had secured it on his behalf even when he hasn't expected it.

After a moment of stillness, he exited the room, rolling slowly down the hallway. Ethan appeared beside him,

ready to assist.

"Let’s head to the garage," Davis said.

Ethan looked at him, puzzled. "Is there a problem?"

"None. Just follow me."

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Davis scanned the array of luxury cars before pointing at a modest, less conspicuous vehicle.

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Davis nodded. "Yes. Drive it out."

Ethan hesitated. "What about your usual car?"

"It'll serve as a decoy," Davis replied.

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Realizing he wouldn't get more of an explanation, Ethan summoned the driver, who started the car and drove it

out carefully.

Davis's usual luxury car was handed over to a security team assigned to handle decoy duties.

Meanwhile, Davis settled into the simpler car, one less likely to draw attention, and better suited at concealing

his identity.