Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 299: Goddess of wealth

Davis stared at their faces briefly. His gaze swept from Ethan, then lingered on Jessica. The intensity in his eyes softened as he finally spoke.

"The shares transferred by my grandfather are all in your name," he said solemnly.

Ethan let out a helpless sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly. He was used to being around them, but not their emotional fireworks. Jessica, however, raised a brow, unfazed, her lips curving into a playful smile.

"Doesn’t that make me your goddess of wealth?" she teased.

Davis chuckled softly. "You aren’t just a goddess of wealth, but also of fortune and blessing."

"And yet, you aren’t paying homage to me?" she asked, a brow lifted in mock offense.

He leaned closer and kissed her gently on the lips, his voice low and amused. "Seems like this husband has to work harder for his sacrifices to be considered acceptable."

"His efforts still fall short," she smirked.

Davis raised an eyebrow in mock protest. "Is it fair to ridicule your husband like this?"

"Absolutely," she said without hesitation, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Ethan sighed again, more heavily this time. "I should seriously consider moving far, far away from you two," he muttered to himself. Watching their romantic banter only made him feel painfully single and extremely out of place.

Just then, Jessica’s teasing expression began to fade. She took a deep breath, her tone shifting into seriousness. "The shares were originally yours, Davis. You know that."

"That may be true," he replied, "but in reality, they’re yours now. The legal documents bear your name. That alone makes you the rightful owner."

Despite his calm delivery, there was a weight behind his words that Jessica didn’t miss. The shares were a gift from Davis’s grandfather—a show of trust and love.

But in the course of events, Elder Allen had arranged for them to be transferred to her as a protective measure, or maybe there’s something more.

Regardless, she sensed there was more to the conversation than he was letting on.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and she raised her head from where it rested on his chest to meet his gaze.

"What are you trying to say?" she asked cautiously.

Davis exhaled slowly. "I want you to come to the company," he said. "Come as the owner of the shares. I have no intention of reclaiming them."

Jessica blinked, stunned. "You’re serious?"

He nodded. "Yes. I trust you can handle it and as the largest shareholder isn’t it right you meet them."

The room fell silent for a moment. As each of them carefully analyzed the situation and the suggestion following.

Jessica tried to find the right words. "Do you have any idea what you’re asking me to carry?" she whispered.

She was already juggling too many responsibilities. Managing her ventures, Santiago’s vice presidential office, keeping up with the intense pace of her fashion empire, and dealing with threats from all corners—it was exhausting.

And now, Davis was asking her to officially stand at the forefront of the Allen Group, one of the largest corporate conglomerates in the country. "Isn’t that a terrible idea?" She mused.

"I still have Fashion Week to prepare for," she said quietly, trying to reason her way out. "It’s just the same day."

Davis nodded in understanding, though the firm look in his eyes didn’t waver.

"I know. But Grandpa won’t be attending in person either."

Jessica looked up in surprise. "He won’t?"

He shook his head. "No. I can’t risk it. Desmond is unpredictable. What happened tonight proves that Grandpa’s life could be in danger if he shows up. Desmond no longer respects bloodlines or bonds—not when his ambitions are at stake." The last part he murmured with pain, heartache and helplessness.

Jessica’s face tightened. Davis was right. Desmond was growing more reckless, more dangerous.

As Davis recounted tonight’s event, it had been a close call if not for the measures he had taken ahead of time and they couldn’t afford another.

"Then he’s going to try something at the meeting," she said softly.

"That’s what I suspect," Davis replied grimly.

Jessica fell into thought on the best way to handle the shareholders meeting. But with no idea coming forth it felt like another mountain had been placed on her shoulders.

Davis noticed the shadow in her expression and sighed. Glancing at the wall clock, he exhaled again. "Let’s go back to sleep," he murmured. "It’s already a new day. You’ve been up too long without rest."

Jessica arched her brow. "And you? Are you finally done with work?"

Davis nodded. "Work can wait till tomorrow. Lost rest, however, can’t be recovered."

Ethan, who had been standing awkwardly in the background, perked up at the declaration. "Finally," he muttered. "Good night."

Davis gave him a dismissive glance and nodded. Ethan bowed slightly and left the study with a sigh of relief.

Turning back to Jessica, Davis pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Come," he said gently.

He led her back into the bedroom and helped her into bed. Jessica curled up beneath the duvet as he tucked her in with surprising tenderness.

Still wide awake, she reached for her phone and typed an encrypted message to Richard.

Bring the documents of the early share acquisition under Desmond’s regime. Deliver early.

Satisfied, she set the phone aside and turned back to Davis. He was already lying beside her, his arms wrapped protectively around her waist.

Taking a deep breath she finally let her eyes drift shut, her breathing slowing as she went back to sleep.

~Hotel Room~

At a luxury hotel across town...Julian was seated before his laptop, immersed in a late-night virtual board meeting. His assistant sat beside him, quietly jotting down notes.

Suddenly, the laptop chimed with a new email notification. Julian glanced at the screen, and as his eyes caught the sender’s name, he paused briefly.

He clicked on the message, it was an encrypted message. He carefully decrypted the text and read it through.

His expression changed instantly. The calm professionalism vanished, replaced by tightly coiled tension.

"This meeting is adjourned," he announced abruptly, shutting the laptop.

The board members began to murmur in confusion, but Julian didn’t wait to explain. He rose from his chair and turned away.

Maxwell, his assistant, stared in surprise. "Sir, what’s going on?"

Julian ignored him for a second as he quickly picked up his phone and dialed a secure line.

"How many people attacked her?" he asked coldly once the call connected.

The man on the other end paused for a brief second before answering. "Three men, sir."

"Where are they now?" Julian demanded, his voice dropping lower.

"They’ve been captured. We’re waiting for your instructions."

Julian closed his eyes for a brief moment and exhaled. Relief flashed across his face, but only for an instant.

"Good," he muttered and ended the call.

Turning back to Maxwell, he grabbed his jacket. "We’re moving out."

Maxwell stood instantly. "Where to?"

"No time to explain," Julian replied, already heading for the door. "I just want to see who dares to threaten her safety? And I don’t mind playing along."

Maxwell followed closely behind, both men disappearing into the corridor as the door shut behind them with a resounding click.

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