Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 139: Fallen Princess

Risa stormed out of the hospital each step of hers charged with fury, her heels clicking against the pavement like war drums, her eyes blazed with anger as her fists tightly clenched at her sides trembled. Rage bubbled inside her like a volcano ready to explode. Her emotions tethering between crying and laughter. Her emotions riotous with tears threatening to fall.

She had come here today with nothing but her pride swallowed to beg—yes, beg for an opportunity, beg for a chance to work for them, to be at their disposal of work.

"How had i fallen to this point? That even securing a menial job had become problematic?" she murmured to herself while making it to the exit. She never imagined she would stoop this low in this lifetime to beg for an opportunity.

All she wanted was a chance at any job. Even if it meant cleaning floors. But they rejected her. No second look. No mercy. Risa isn’t reconciled with this outcome. She had been at the top of the entertainment circle where everyone is looking up to her, asking to sign a contract with her for one product or another.

But now, everything has fallen apart.

The past few weeks had been nothing short of a nightmare, a disaster. First, the Brown family crisis hit the news reducing their prospects of survival.

Then the Allen family, they are supposed to assist tide the waves for the sake of that damned girl yet Desmond turned them down. It was one hit after another. They hadn’t even recovered from the last mess before a new one started.

Risa’s world had tumbled into pieces, as though the universe itself had turned its back on her. "What do i do, nobody wants me not even my own mother?" she murmured her eyes reddened in pain, anger and mockery of herself.

She had been officially blacklisted because of the Brown’s family and her photos which had gone viral denting her image.

The same social circles that once sang her praises now turned cold shoulders. Even her mother, once the poised, graceful beauty who floated through elite society with an air of nobility, had turned venomous at every sight of her presence.

Gone was her sweet voice and gentle smiles. there are now replaced with sharp words and icy glares. She treated Risa like discarded trash in the trash can. Recalling her mother’s venomous word "Risa, you are a disgrace, I asked you to marry Davis Allen, you refused. You see yourself?"

Risa often wondered if she is really her daughter? A tool to climb the social ladder? Or merely a golden ticket her mother had used to keep her position in high society and her marriage intact.

And George, her father? A drunk.

Every day he came home stinking of alcohol, mumbling nonsense, vomiting in the hallway. The house has long ceased to be called a home. The servants were all gone—no one to clean, no one to cook. The silence in the halls are usually heavy, and the dust grew thicker with every passing day.

Risa had been forced to cook if she wanted to eat. Her once glowing nails were now chipped and broken from scrubbing dishes.

Gone were the luxurious meals from five-star restaurants she used to order with a swipe of her platinum card or a bonus appeal for her to post on her social handle and attract more customers. Her card—frozen. Her accounts emptied. Her name which once screamed of power, now a curse abhorred in the society.

The friends that flocks around her like leech had all left blocking her contact on their phone list. And when she runs into them in the street or grocery store they scorned her

This was never the life she envisioned for herself. "What had gone wrong? How did i come to this point? What wrong have I committed? She whimpered internally. She didn’t want people coming to glare at her, mock or scorn her. And then, at that moment she lifted her eyes to exit the building—she saw her.

Jessica.

That woman. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Her figure and footstep were so familiar as she walked toward the sleek black car that she took a second glance and froze in her footstep. She rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things. But it was real. It was Jessica, the one person she will never forgive in this lifetime. The source of all her pains and agony.

Looking at her walking farther looking powerful and untouchable, her guts twisted in fury. "How do i live in pain when she lives in comfort? Isn’t she said to be missing? What is she now doing here? Who was that man she was walking to? It can’t be Davis that crippled." She thought aloud, her fist clenched that her nails dug into her palms.

She wanted to scream, to cry, to curse. The rage that filled her chest earlier now returned ten times stronger.

Jessica had taken it all, Her position, Her marriage, Her life.

That marriage to the Allen family was supposed to be mine. I was the one meant to become Mrs. Allen, the one meant to stand beside man may be at this time I wouldn’t be roaming the street like a rat chased by the mouse." She squirmed, her eyes spewing fire and rage.

But no—Jessica took it. "She stole my place," Risa whispered, her voice shaking with hate. "She stole everything." Tears burned her eyes, but she blinked them away. She wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not now.

She gritted her teeth. and a thought came to her mind, a cold smile gracing her lips. She took a shaky breath and stood a little straighter. Her hands were still clenched, "She’ll pay," she whispered. "For taking my life and everything that mattered to me ... she will pay."

Jessica may look powerful now but not for too long, she encouraged herself. "I must surely break you, You must suffer pain that will make you wish for death", she smirked.

Casting one last furtive glance at the route the car had taken, Risa decided she will deal with Jessica and if there is a reason she won’t achieve her aim then she will embrace the devil.