Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 117: An unfailial son...

Outside the hotel suite, the situation was a stark contrast to the peace and tranquility Vera was enjoying inside.

~Earlier~

After returning to the mansion and finding Vera absent, Aaron was furious. His fists clenched and unclenched as

he paced the room restlessly. He had called her multiple times, demanding she return home, but his calls went

unanswered. Frustrated, he even reached out to the Louis family, hoping to confirm if Vera had returned there.

But the answer was negative.

A deep sense of unease settled over him. He hated not knowing where she was, especially now that Davis was

back in the picture. The thought of Vera and Davis rekindling anything no matter how impossible it seemed sent

a surge of anger coursing through him.

Unable to stay still, he grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the Allen estate. He needed a distraction,

something to dull the frustration gnawing at him. He needed to check out where she might have ended up.

Aaron sped through the city traffic, heading straight to his usual retreat, a place he has reserved for himself

since he becthe COO of the grouo—a five-star presidential suite at Upland Hotels and Suites.

The moment he stepped inside, he yanked his tie off, tossing it carelessly onto the couch. His suit jacket

followed, landing in a crumpled heap. His shoes hit the floor with a heavy thud as he pulled them off in

frustration.

Grabbing his phone, he dialed a familiar number. "Cover," he ordered, his tone clipped. He ended the call

without waiting for a response.

Twenty minutes later, the door handle turned, and the door swung open. Aaron didn’t need to look up to know

who it was. He stood and reached out, his hand capturing the young woman's wrist, pulling her against his chest.

"Easy," she murmured, her voice sultry as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Are you that anxious?"

She smirked with teasing him.

Her teasing only fueled his frustration. Their lips met in a heated frenzy, hands roaming, breaths mingling.

Slowly, she peeled away her clothing, her every movement deliberate, seduction laced into every action.

Aaron's darkened gaze followed her, his self-restraint slipping. Without waiting for her to finish undressing, he

yanked her to himself followed by the tearing sound of her fabrics. "That's too rough you know." She murmured.

The room was soon thick with the scent of arousal, within moments, they were tangled in the sheets, moans and

whispers of pleasure filling the air as the echoes of their passion sealing the night in heated indulgence.

As they indulged in their heated passion, a sudden knock echoed through the hotel suite. The door, left unlocked

in their assumption that no one would disturb them since it was a private executive suit only reserved for him,

was pushed open from the outside.

A young man stepped in, his face obscured with a cap shielding his countenance. His phone in this hand already

taking a live streaming of the sight before him.

Aaron’s body tensed, his instincts kicking in as he quickly grabbed the duvet, yanking it over both their exposed

bodies. The woman beside him gasped, hurriedly turning her face away, as if avoiding the intruder’s gaze would

somehow erase the humiliating situation.

Aaron's gaze darkened, his expression shifting into pure fury. "Who the hell are you?" he boomed, his voice

slicing through the room like a whip. His piercing eyes bore into the intruder, seething with disbelief at the

audacity of the man before him, unaware of the live streaming.

The stranger scoffed, unfazed. He raised his phone, continuing to record a live video of the scene. "You're lying in

bed with my wife, and you dare to askwho | am?" he snarled, his tone dripping with venom.

Aaron’s mind reeled at the claim. His wife? What wife? He had known this lady for sometand had always

kept her close by in case of days like this? Why now had someone cto claim?

The words crashed over him like a thunderclap. He turned to the trembling woman at his side, his expression

demanding an explanation. But before he could say another word, a swarm of journalists and paparazzi burst

into the suite, cameras flashing wildly.

Chaos erupted.

Aaron felt his world begin to crumble. His thought continuously screamed one sentence "This was a setup." But

then nothing could be done about it.

He hadn't expected journalists to be lying in wait, ready to capture his disgrace for the entire world to see. His

clothes were strewn across the floor, out of reach. The woman in his arms was paralyzed with fear, her body

shaking as she buried her face in shame.

She dared not reveal her identity. She dared not look at the man who had just claimed her as his wife.

Aaron was stumped and confused with the situation, he couldn't think of any countermeaures at the instant. The

young man noticing the situation having achieved the effect he wanted quietly left without a trace as Aaron was

battling with the paparazzi.

And outside, the intewas already exploding. Within seconds, social media was flooded with breaking news,

headlines flashing across every major platform.

"Scandal in the Allen Family: Aaron Allen Caught in a Shocking Affair with Another man’s wife!"

"Aaron Allen prove of infidelity."

"Allen family in Chaos: Davis Allen and wife missing and cousin cruising in bed with another man’s wife."

"History repeats itself in the Allen family as Aaron Allen takes another man’s wife sway he took his cousin's

fiancee."

"Davis Allen Still Missing, but His Cousin is Busy in Bed with Another Man’s Wife!"

Stabloids twisted the story further, making it even more scandalous than before. The rumors spread like

wildfire, speculation growing by the second.

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He had spent months crafting proposals, rewriting strategies, and personally ensuring this deal would be sealed

tonight—only for Aaron's reckless actions to reduce it all to ash.

"What a disgraceful son!" he roared, slamming his fist onto the table. The wares on the table responding with a

clattering sound, his assistant flinched, instinctively stepping back.

Desmond found it unbelievable that as he fought to secure their inheritance, his son had been out destroying its

reputation, dragging the his nthrough the mud.

Frustration surged as he stormed out of the private lounge, his mind spinning with calculations. He needed

damage control, and a very fast one.

As his car sped through the city, Desmond dialed Vera's number. No response. He tried again. Still nothing.

His jaw clenched. He had to convince her to make a public statement—one that could at least salvage the

situation. Perhaps a claim that Aaron had been framed?

But then reality struck him like a hammer. "Why would Vera defend the man who had humiliated her in this

way?" His stomach twisted with dread.

"What an unfilial son," he muttered, his frustration deepening. He must deal with Aaron properly but then how

can he save the day.