Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 248: Watts family 2

Davis and Jessica slept in that morning. Despite the warm shafts of sunlight flickering into the room, neither of them stirred. Since their arrival to Noveria, this was one of the rare mornings that offered complete peace—no itinerary, no obligations. Just the quietness of the morning.

For Jessica, the peace was more than welcome, her pregnancy symptoms coupled with the medication she took the previous night made it even harder to wake. The phone buzzed continuously on the bedside table with a persistent reminder.

Davis stirred first. Still groggy, his hand reached toward the table, blindly groping until it found the device. As he prepared to silence the alarm, his half-lidded eyes caught a glimpse of the reminder notification: "Watt’s Family Launch." His hand froze mid-air, and his eyes opened fully.

A heavy breath left his chest as he stared at the message, torn between waking Jessica or letting her rest. It was surprising how something so simple as deciding whether or not to wake someone—could suddenly feel monumental and weighty.

While still deliberating, the phone buzzed again with a new notification—an unread email. Davis hovered his hand over the screen, tempted to unlock it, but in the end, he dropped it back on the table.

Just then, a new email notification appeared. His hand hovered over the screen, hesitating to unlock it.

After a moment’s pause, he placed the phone back on the table with a conclusion "there is no need to be troubled with the affairs of the Watts family..

He turned to her and gave a gentle nudge.

"Babe, wake up," he whispered, his tone warm and tender.

Jessica groaned lightly and burrowed deeper into the duvet. "Can I sleep a little longer?" she mumbled.

"Of course," Davis smiled. "But wake up first, take your medication and eat something. Then you can go right back to sleep."

She didn’t respond.

Jessica stirred slightly, burrowing deeper into the duvet, her eyes shut tight.

"Can I sleep a little longer?" she mumbled.

"Of course," he said. "But wake up, take your breakfast and medication, then sleep again."

It was the best compromise he could offer. He didn’t want her stressing over people who didn’t matter.

After several attempts and no real response, Davis gave up. Slowly, he disentangled himself from her, got ready for the day, and mentally prepared to handle her unfinished business.

But first, he needed clarity—he needed the truth behind recent events and a clear picture of the situation surrounding the Watts family.

He wheeled himself into the sitting room where Ethan, having received his message five minutes earlier, was already waiting.

As Davis appeared, Ethan stood and greeted him with a slight nod.

"Good morning, sir."

Davis returned the nod.

"How’s your body after all that work yesterday?" he asked casually with an appreciative gaze locked on him.

Ethan blinked, visibly surprised, his gaze darting around to ensure he was the only one in the room. His boss never asked questions like that. Was he joking? Or had his wife’s pregnancy hormones somehow rubbed off on him?

Davis chuckled at the reaction.

"Surprised by my question?"

Ethan nodded twice, honest in his confusion.

"There’s no need to be," Davis said with a soft sigh. "You’ve worked hard for this cause, and I’m truly grateful."

Ethan almost thought his ears were playing tricks on him. Davis had never been one for verbal appreciation. His way of saying "thank you" usually came in the form of money—more work, more money. But this—this was different. This was heartfelt. And for that, Ethan could forgive every grievance between them.

Though he admired the old Davis—cold, robotic, focused solely on work and results—he found himself loving this version more: still cold and commanding, but now capable of warmth and sincerity.

Unable to help himself, Ethan smiled.

"Another reason to appreciate Madam," he thought. "She’s making him better."

"And yes," Davis added, "your paycheck will reflect those changes at the end of the month."

Ethan nodded, gratitude clear on his face.

Davis grew serious.

"What do you have on the Watts family?" he asked, several emotions flickering in his eyes.

Ethan’s expression darkened slightly.

"The Watts family is one of Noveria’s elite—though the family situation is not clear and like us they are launching today.

After Madam mentioned Tricia’ involvement in the scandal that riddled the launch last night, I did some digging..." He paused and took a deep breath. "She’s the primary source."

Davis froze. The truth struck him like a blow. She had gone that far—to sabotage him so openly. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Ethan continued, "It was also discovered that she approached Madam. What they discussed isn’t known, but—"

"When and where did she meet her?" Davis cut in.

"At the launch. Their meeting was brief, but no one could uncover the content of the conversation."

"At the launch?" Davis smirked coldly. "She must’ve tried to poach her—completely unaware of who she really is."

Ethan pressed on with more intel. With each revelation, Davis’s expression grew darker.

"No wonder she’s been so eager to teach her a lesson," Ethan murmured, feeling the air around them chill.

Davis’s eyes were stormy with rage.

"Who gave her the right to dictate what my wife should do? Who does she think she is—to try and take her place?"

His voice turned ice cold.

"Ethan, I need you to do something for me."

The weight of his tone made Ethan’s heart skip a beat. He knew—this wouldn’t be anything mild. He felt for the Watts family.

"It seems they will be on their way to bankruptcy before we leave the Movers city." He thought to himself.

After some more discussion, Ethan left the room. He had a task to complete. And it was time-sensitive.

~At the Watts Family Launch~

The day had begun with tension in the air. Tricia’s stylist had been delayed for hours, scrambling to fix last-minute issues. It felt like the entire launch had been cobbled together in haste.

Guests began arriving at the hotel—but only in small, unimpressive numbers. And not just the number—their status. Most were from the middle class. Influential guests were glaringly absent.

Panic twisted in Tricia’s gut. This wasn’t what she planned. The influential in her guest list had responded positively to the invitation and to some she had personally paid a visit to ensure today is secured.

She reached for her phone to make a call but fumbled it, dropping it to the floor. With trembling hands, she picked it up and opened a news alert.

BREAKING: Watts Group Accused of Market Manipulation—Insiders Warn Investors

"Tricia Watts company’s launch a scheme of fraud—products are substandard, services unavailable.

"Watts Groups indebted to the bank, loan tenor expired, launching a last resort" Is this a wise move? Investors friendly warning."

Her breath caught.

Scandals both personal and corporate were flooding the internet. Rumors about the company’s shady practices were circulating, and questions about their integrity were gaining traction.

One headline stood out, posted by one of Noveria’s most respected news agencies. It warned investors to stay away from Watts Group, labeling their stocks and shares a "high-risk gamble."

Tricia broke into a cold sweat. She barked orders at her assistant, attempting damage control. But as she stepped out of the room, her screen lit up again—with even harsher headlines.

It was unrelenting.

Her phone rang. She snatched it up, praying for a lifeline.

Instead, she got a dagger to the heart.

"Ma’am," a crisp voice said, "After reviewing our investment strategy, we regret to inform you that we’ll no longer proceed as planned."

It was one of the top investors she had hoped to secure.

Tricia stood frozen. Her blood drained from her face as the full reality sank in. The launch, the one she’d staked everything on was collapsing before her eyes yet she couldn’t do anything to save the day.