Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 152: Meet Grandpa Ravensdale

Jessica let out a soft sigh as she watched Davis and Bella still locked tightly in each other’s arms. It was as if the world around them had disappeared, and all that mattered was this embrace—this moment of reunion, of recognition, of long-lost family finding each other again.

She folded her arms and leaned against the table with a small smile tugging at her lips. "Looks like tonight’s dinner might turn into midnight snacks," she murmured to herself.

She had thought about this outcome for days and to break she has hastily scheduled for dinner become she was searching for a common ground to reveal it but she is surprised that a the end it will end up as a reunion dinner.

She had taken substantial step to work on these, but no amount of planning had prepared her for this wave of emotion—tears, silence, laughter, and the quiet shock that settled deep in their bones. It wasn’t just a meal anymore. It had become a turning point.

Still, despite the warmth slowly returning to the room, Jessica knew all too well—this peace was just a calm before the storm. It always was. Especially with the Ravensdale name now back in play.

She looked over at Elliot, who sat quietly watching the scene before him, a thoughtful expression etched on his face. She knew that look. The look of a man who had carried guilt for years, who had buried hope but now stood face-to-face with it. A man whose silence spoke more than words ever could.

Jessica’s gaze softened as her mind drifted to the past. She remembered the day Elliot had looked her in the eyes and asked her a question that changed her life forever.

"I lost someone precious," he had said, voice low, eyes clouded with pain. "And no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find her. Jessica... would you be my goddaughter?"

At the time, it had sounded strange—out of place. She had thought it was just a gesture. A way to fill the emptiness in his heart. She never imagined that one day, that title would grow into something deeper... something bound by blood and fate.

Now, he wasn’t just her godfather. He was her grandfather. Her family. By ties of fate, love, and marriage. Jessica huffed under her breath and whispered, "Ridiculous..." shaking her head gently at how fate wove the most unexpected stories.

At last, Davis and Bella slowly pulled apart, reluctant but realizing the moment had passed. They needed to breathe, to speak, to begin the next Chapter. Bella had so many questions and Davis same but the first thing must be done first.

Jessica watched them with teasing eyes, her arms folded.

"Well," she said, lifting an eyebrow, "Davis, don’t you think I should be jealous? Hugging another woman right in front of me?"

Her tone was playful, but it was enough to break the heavy silence. A burst of laughter echoed in the room—soft, light, and healing.

Davis chuckled, shaking his head. "Okay, okay... hubby was wrong. But can you let it slide, just this once?" His tone was just as teasing, and it made Jessica roll her eyes with a smirk.

The tension, thick as fog just moments ago, was slowly melting away like mist under morning sunlight.

Jessica’s eyes fell on Bella again. Her expression softened, but there was a quiet mischief dancing in her gaze. That look may be lost on any one else but Davis looking at knew she was up to no good.

"Bella," she said gently but with a knowing smile, "One more thing." Bella blinked, suddenly alert. Her stomach dropped. She wasn’t sure she could take another surprise. Her heart had only just begun to settle.

Jessica caught the look on her face and scoffed. "What? Are you that weak?" Bella’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Jessica!" she gasped, stunned that she’d be called out like that. "Sis—" Jessica held up a finger, shaking her head. "Wrong," she corrected, face serious. "You say sister-in-law now."

Bella groaned lightly, her cheeks warming. She couldn’t believe she is already exerting dominion of her new title. Bella sighed weakly she could never win against Jessica when she got like this. "That sounds odd, you know..."

"I’m listening," Jessica teased, giving her space to complain—but not too much. Her tone was light, but her heart was full. Full of pride. Full of emotion. Full of love for this girl who had endured so much.

She stepped closer, her eyes bright and warm.

"Just as you’ve found your brother tonight..." she began, her voice now soft and meaningful, "I want you to meet someone else." Bella blinked again, confusion in her gaze. Jessica turned slightly, making space between the trio as she gestured to Elliot.

"Bella," she said clearly, "Please meet your maternal grandfather—Elliot Ravensdale."

Time stopped.

Bella’s eyes widened, her mouth parted slightly in disbelief. She looked at Elliot, the man she had known and practically lived with for over a decade now and had always addressed him as "Grandfather" at the end turned out to be her grandfather.

It sounded like some sort of joke but then the facts are now clearer... their closeness had been pulled by bond. Bella stared at Elliot Ravens, her gaze deep and searching His sharp features. His weathered eyes. The quiet pain he carried in his stance. And then the subtly unconscious care when things go wrong with her.

She gasped, struggling for air as the situation sank deeper, loud and clear. Elliot took a slow step forward and, without saying a word, pulled her gently into his arms.

For a moment, Bella stood still. Frozen in shock. Then, like a dam breaking, her tears fell freely. She gripped him tightly, burying her face in his chest as years of unanswered questions, pain, and emptiness poured out in sobs.

Elliot held her close, eyes closed, his own tears trailing down his cheeks. He didn’t need to speak. His embrace said everything. "I’m sorry," he whispered, voice barely audible, full of regret and love. "I’m so, so sorry."

Jessica wiped her eyes of the tears that had unintentionally thrilled down, her heart too full to hold back anymore. This—this was what she had hoped for. Healing. Reunion. Truth.

Bella pulled back slightly, her eyes red and puffy, but her lips curled into a weak smile. "So I really... I really have a grandfather?" Elliot nodded, brushing a tear from her cheek. "And I finally found my granddaughter."

Bella looked at Jessica, then Davis, and back to Elliot. Her heart ached, but for the first time in years, it also felt full. She wasn’t alone anymore. Though, she never was but now it seems more complete and defined.

Jessica walked over and slipped her arm around Davis’s shoulders, giving him a light squeeze. He was still watching, still processing everything—but his eyes were warm. Softer than she had seen in a long time.

"Do I deserve a reward?," she asked, her voice coming out in a whisper. He nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat as his gaze rested on her face. "A big reward, you deserve much more than that."

"And what is it?," she asked with a soft smile. Davis shook his head, a warm smile playing on his lips with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "What about a good late night smooch? He whispered to her ears alone.

Jessica’s sprang to her feet as fast as lightening, her face turning beet red. Her jaw clenched. She really wants to open this man’s head and see what he is thinking. "Davis Allen, you dare." She asked.

Davis smiled pulling her close. "Don’t you think it is time you change that address?" He smirked. Jessica stared at him in confusion. "What address?" she asked.

"Brother is right, it is high time you call him ..Hu..b..by", Bella smirked while making face at her. Jessica felt smoke curling from her nostrils. Few seconds ago, they were reuniting and the next second they are teaming up against her. "Am I in for a hard life?" She mused.

Turning to Elliot "Dad, do you also think so?" she asked with her gaze seriously staring at him. Elliot Raven didn’t expect his humble self to be caught in the cross fire. "Ahem...You both can work it out but you know intimacy..."

Jessica didn’t let him finish "I see what good a family you just got for yourself." She snapped at Davis. She spurned on heels "Get yourself to dinner". She huffed exiting the door as bouts of laughter filled the room.

Slowly, they made their way to the dining hall, seeing them appear, the maids hurriedly returned to the kitchen to bring out the dishes. And in a few seconds, the table was lavishly set up with different dishes suiting each person’s taste and preference.