Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 409

Chapter 409: Almost wishing for summons?

When Davis began reciting his biography, Luke Norman’s brows cringed together in surprise. By the time Davis finished, Luke felt a storm of emotions coursing through him.

Nobody had ever been able to unmask his identity. Not even his closest staff at StevMel Group knew who he truly was.

He had lived in deliberate shadows, erasing every trace, severing every tie, and disassociating himself from the past...all for one purpose.

Yet here was Davis Allen, reading out his life as though it were a file laid bare before him.

A wry chuckle escaped Luke’s throat, and with a resigned gesture, he gave Davis a thumbs up.

He exhaled slowly, conceding silently that he had been caught off guard. Lifting his gaze, he met Davis’s steady eyes.

"When did you find out?" he asked.

"Well, I’ve always had a feeling," Davis replied, his tone casual but sharp. "And thanks to my wife...she noticed the very first day you met."

At the mention of Jessica, Davis’s expression softened. His lips curled upward, a fleeting tenderness replacing the steel in his features.

Luke caught it immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile touching his lips. "I suspected as much. Asking me to get her a cup of tea... How is she coping with the accident?"

The warmth drained instantly from Davis’s face. His gaze darkened, and his fist clenched on the table.

Luke raised his hands lightly in defense. "Don’t get me wrong. If no one else knew, I know. But not because I caused it. I never did. I simply understand a few things others don’t."

Davis inhaled deeply, his voice low. "Not yet awake."

Luke nodded, sympathy flickering in his eyes. "I’m sorry about that." His voice softened, almost a murmur. "Why I became your assistant..."

The words seemed more for himself than for Davis.

He leaned back, reflecting. Thinking now, it almost felt absurd, ridiculous that a man like him with influence and wealth, had taken the role of an assistant.

Yet at the time, it had been the only path forward. If he couldn’t unearth the truth from outside, then he had to step boldly into the lion’s den.

Davis had his eyes trained on him, studying him intently, his cold gaze searching.

He didn’t know why, but he felt the cold air that had always clung to Luke like a garment seemed to have dissipated totally, replaced by something almost human.

Or was it just his imagination?

Still, that wasn’t what mattered. He needed answers. He had to solve this case once and get it done with.

And the fact he already worked as a staff of the Allen Group, he wouldn’t want to strain the relationship.

And in times like this, one ally was worth more than another enemy.

Luke straightened, his tone calm and deliberate. "Actually, I came because of my parents’ death."

The words hit Davis like a blow. His breath hitched. "Vendetta?" he asked quietly, his eyes locking onto Luke’s.

Luke leaned back, his expression unreadable. "You can’t blame me. You’d have done the same if you were in my shoes."

"Why?" Davis’s voice sharpened. He wanted to understand. If Luke had carried a vendetta all this time, why hadn’t he acted? Or had he, quietly, without anyone knowing?

Luke’s voice hardened "Lost my parents during the experiment test of the group and became orphaned with a brother at the age of three. Dumped at the orphanage with no welfare or the promise made by the group reaching us."

Davis’s brows furrowed deeply. "That can’t be right. I knew welfare was arranged and paid in full. It was meant to cover education, living expenses, everything."

Luke let out a bitter chuckle. "That’s the point. It was paid but embezzled."

The muscles in Davis’s jaw tightened. "By who?" He asked, his mind already conjuring the points together.

"Luke tilted his head, smirking darkly. "Just who you think."

The certainty in his voice left Davis silent. His pen tapped rhythmically against the desk, filling the taut quiet.

"Who was Siri?" Luke’s calm voice pierced the silence between them. .

The name froze Davis’s hand mid-motion. The air thickened. For several seconds, he said nothing. Thoughts swirled inside him, heavy and unspoken.

Just when Luke thought he would never answer, Davis’s cold voice dropped two words. "My mother."

Luke felt the wall of the office closing in on them. This wasn’t an answer he was expecting.

It seemed there must be a Monica. His gaze snapped to Davis as he fired a series of questions:

"Isn’t your mother Monica Allen?

"When had Siri become your mother?

"People can be heartless without a cause," he murmured.

He glanced at Davis "While I was investigating, I noticed someone else is investigating the group."

Davis nodded. "Night merchant." He chimed.

Later, Luke returned to his office, retrieving files from the archives; evidence that clearly implicated Sylas Louis in countless crimes.

He handed them over to Davis. With charges already being pressed, Luke knew heaven itself seemed to be tilting justice in his favor.

Luke decided to take the easiest step: have the inmates settle the score.

Returning to his office, he settled down in his chair, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. His lips curled up. "Dad, Mom, you were right. But this time, I have found the real culprit, and your effort I will complete."

He quickly dialed Sylas’s number. It was picked after a few rings, the heavy breathing of Sylas coming through the speaker. Just like the past few days, he was unstable.

Luke sighed. There was no doubt Sylas was losing it. "Sylas Louis," he called coldly. "Did you remember Steve and Melissa Norman?"

Over the phone, Sylas let out a roar. "You leave me! I don’t want to talk about you. You are dead! You are gone! The experiment had ended!

"You are dead! The Allen Group won’t dare to surpass the Louis Group anymore."

The more Luke listened to his twisted thoughts spilling over the speaker, the more he felt the urge to strangle him.

"Sylas Louis, your time is up." He smirked.

But rather than a response, what followed was Sylas’s loud scream echoing through the phone, followed by his labored breathing.

Luke’s brow furrowed in thought as he listened on, but next he heard Louis’s incoherent murmuring...fragments of words that no sane mind could stitch together

With a beep, he ended the call, his brow tightening as he calmly analyzed the few symptoms he observed over the phone.

"Hypnosis," he murmured.

It could only be that.

He didn’t have to think whose handiwork it was. The likes of Sylas could only be interrogated in this way.

Otherwise, they would never admit the truth. "I bet he must have a good recording device that captures his confession."