Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 240: Lady Bright

Silent whispers still echoed from Davis’s dramatic entrance even as the new post made its way to the hot search.

Taking a deep breath, Davis relaxed his back on the wheelchair as he scrolled leisurely through his phone.

He hadn’t expected it. It is baffling as well as surprising to him that from the confines of her sickbed, she had turned the tide when they aren’t even in country Y but in a new city Noveria. He hadn’t expected such a miracle from home.

But there it was.The tide had turned, and everyone knew it, his heart felt warm.

Her post was everywhere—viral, shared and reposted, comments flooding in like a tidal wave of support and curiosity flooded her handle.

#LadyBright, are you sure this company is reliable?" some queried.

#LadyBright, I’m rethinking my withdrawal. I’m investing higher!

#Did the haters just get slapped? Looks like J&D was sabotaged!

#If Lady Bright supports them, this company’s stronger than we thought.

#Is no one talking about how stunning she looks tonight in the dress? I wished I am at the launch to get a good view of the dress. I believe it must be her designs." Another post commented.

#LadyBright, will you marry me?#

#LadyBright, see you at the launch—let’s invest in success!#

A smile tugged at his lips as he read them one after another.

Davis paused on her last post she made about an hour ago with a selfie attached. Opening the image, he downloaded and saved to his phone in a quick and concise manner.

The soft hopeful message of success in her post pierced through Davis’s guarded composure.

His eyes drifted to the main entrance in anticipation "Could it mean... she’s coming?" he wondered in contemplation. His heart fluttering lightly.

"Or worse... did she already arrive?" he pondered with growing tension. His eyes scanning round the room.

"She shouldn’t push herself—not when she’s been so ill." But knowing Jessica, she would move mountains if it meant protecting those she loved. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Not healthy... yet trying to show up for him.

His chest tightened. Under the mask, his eyes stung, the burn threatening to betray him. He blinked it back.

Davis couldn’t help but wonder what good deed he’d done to deserve a wife like her. Even when the sky threatened to collapse, she was the one holding it up for him.

She stood between him and ruin with an unshakable determination and confidence. When the world tried to bury him, she held the sky above his head.

He wanted nothing more than to pull her into a tight embrace, to thank her with no words, only presence. But she hadn’t come. Or... had she?

He thought of how hard it must’ve been for her—sick, drowsy, and weak to even take this photo, let alone dragging a weak body to the gala just to save the day.

He made a silent vow to find out who had tried to destroy them... and make them pay. Dearly.

Letting out a long sigh, Davis returned his focus to his phone.

Meanwhile, inside the hall, the gala resumed its earlier elegance with series of events initially planned been rolled out in order.

Also in the hall, someone else was taken aback as he viewed the trending post—Alex.

His mouth hung open in disbelief. He hadn’t expected Davis to have business ties to Lady Bright—The elusive designer-tycoon? The social media sensation? Let alone her public support or potential appearance at the launch.

With her ability, she had just handed Davis the upper hand.

He recovered quickly and walked toward Davis, his expression guarded with intrigue. Alex made his way toward Davis and took a seat beside him and both of them discussed quietly about the situation of the launch.

The sight of them talking stirred a ripple through the crowd. Their expression one of disbelief. If Alex Gondalo, heir and CEO of the Gondalo Group, is discussing seriously with the masked man in a wheelchair, then whoever this man was... must be powerful.

Meanwhile Davis noting the sly smirk tugging at Alex’s lips, had a foreboding of something coming up and braced himself for it.

Then came the bombshell. "You have to help me tonight."

"Help you with what?" Davis asked, confused and contemplatively because as long as tonight matters, he is the one needing all possible help to get through.

"Lady Bright," Alex said flatly.

The words dropped like thunder, Davis breath quickened lightly. His mind swirling with several reasons why Alex will need help to approach Lady Bright—his wife.

Though his mind raced, Davis’ expression remained indifferent as though it had nothing to do with him.

He neither confirmed nor denied. He didn’t need to respond—because fate chose that moment to make an announcement nobody had expected.

Outside, a sleek black luxury car glided to a stop at the edge of the red carpet. The flashes from the cameras started even before the door opened as the press clamored for who to capture the first news of the arrival of the design veteran.

The collective gaze of the guests snapped toward the entrance, a thought crossing their minds as quiet whispers and astonishment coursed through the hall.

"A special guest and investor had definitely arrived".

"Is that Lady Bright arriving?"

"Is that the international designer coming?"

"I heard she will be the special guest of Angel wears fashion week in Country Y." Another said.

"Don’t you find this surprising and suspicious that J&D GLOBALS is pulling in heavy weight investors just after the news of them being a scam company came to light?" A young business man asked his assistant.

The assistant shook his head lightly, to him there is no surprise because these investors might have been on the guest list yet never announced to the public.

"Well, I think someone had miscalculated." He smirked.

"J&D GLOBALS might become the leading company in Noveria after this launch."

While the guests were anxious to see the investor and guest in the car, the atmosphere inside the car is quite different, Jessica took slow calming breath to steady herself.

The effect of the medication has not really worn off but then this trip must be a success.

Becky leaned in, made last-minute adjustments to her makeup. "You’ve got this." She said as she quickly fixed a stray curl before stepping down of the car.

Jessica followed suit as she graceful alighted the car. Time paused.

The first thing to come in sight was her silver heel as it stepped on the marble floor. Then came the gown—a flowing evening gown in deep red wine that shimmered like silk under the lights.

A slit ran high up one leg, revealing long, graceful legs with every poised step. Her back bare with a V-shaped neck revealing glimpses of her flawless skin adding a soft touch to the aura of quiet dominance.

Her face, partly hidden behind a delicate silver mask, radiating elegance and Sophiscation. Her hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, swaying with the light wind.

As she stepped into the full view of the crowd, a collective gasp echoed.

With measured and deliberate steps, she walked the red carpet. Every step poised with grace. Each click of her heels on the marble stone was the beat of a queen who knows her worth.

The camera men seriously took every shot they could since every aspect of her is photogenic.

Gasps. Whispers. All eyes on her.

"She’s... divine."

"Have you seen her skin? Flawless."

"That’s Lady Bright?"

"I’m in love..."

Some men stared, mesmerized. Some women watched in awe while some burned in envy.

But Jessica? She was untouched by their opinions, seemingly oblivious to the growing buzz and discussions around her.

Her focus was to arrive the hall and see what that stubborn man is up to. She didn’t expect him to have managed to keep this number of the guest but it seems he had taken action immediately the news was out.

Stepping into the hall well, arranged and decorated for the purpose of this event, Jessica took a deep breath, a small, warm smile curled her lips as her eyes scanned the crowd.

She was looking for someone. Only one person. And then she saw him.

Across the large hall. Sitting quietly in his wheelchair. Eyes fixed on her with several emotions swirling in them as their gaze locked.

And in that moment—the world melted away. The ballroom faded. The whispers became static. And the only thing that remained was ’each other’.

There is a lot to say, a lot to ask yet much more to do.

Jessica felt the urge to run to him—to bury her face in his neck and whisper I’m here. But she couldn’t. Not yet.

The gala demanded formality. The moment demanded power.

As the manager approached to greet her exchanging handshake with her, the crowd noticed something else—the ring on her middle finger.

A flurry of murmurs followed.

"She’s married?"

"Wait—Lady Bright is married?"

"Why didn’t we know?"

"Nooooo, my heart!"

"It’s a secret marriage?! Who’s the lucky man?!"

But Jessica said nothing. She simply nodded, smiled faintly, and took her place in the seat provided by the manager who more or less couldn’t identify her at the moment.