Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 332: To hell with you, Davis After the fashion show, Sonia and Tricia stormed out of the hotel, rage bubbling in their hearts.

For Sonia, nothing had unfolded as she had planned. Every carefully laid strategy had unraveled before her eyes, leaving her feeling humiliated and defeated.

It was as though someone had an access to her plans and had taken careful tto dismantle them.

It was a total failure.

Tricia, too, seethed with disappointment. But unlike Sonia, she wasn't confused about where to place her blame. Every misstep pointed directly at the woman beside her.

Every failure had been as a result of Sonia. The so-called friend who had ditched, forsaken and betrayed a friend at the sight of a handsman and a mouth-watering deal.

Still, Tricia couldn't entirely absolve herself, she continued to blherself for the fact she had allowed Sonia to sway her decision and divert her from the main purpose that had brought her to Country And now, both of them had lost.

They boarded the car with Sonia sliding into the driver's seat and Tricia taking her side.

Slowly, they pulled out of the hotel and joined the main road. Her hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel as she gritted her teeth as she recalled every bit of her failure.

Tricia studied her in growing disdain. "Sonia, can you stop being so damn tic? You planned your failure from the beginning," she snapped.

"What do you know?" Sonia retorted.

"What do I know you ask?" Tricia scoffed. At least, I know that for the chance of a partnership you forgot who you are competing with." "That's not it, no matter who your competitor is, a wise man always takes the risk to expand at any cost." Tricia scoffed. "Did you just say that out loud? Take a risk to expand? Girlfriend, are you dreaming, or are you just plain stupid?" She sneered.

She truly wanted to open this girl's head to see what kind of stuff it was made of.

Or better still, reach over and shake her until whatever delusion she was living in snapped away.

Who in her right mind would offer a business deal to a company that has spent years sabotaging them. "Foolish, you say? How?" Sonia shot back, her gaze snapping to Tricia, her eyes ablaze with anger.

"Don't worry, I will tell you maybe next time, it can wake you up from delusions." "How do you think, after everything you've done to them, every move against their brand, their reputation over the years, did you really think they'd welcyou with open arms?" Tricia retorted. Her voice held no mercy, only brutal clarity.

Sonia looked momentarily shaken, but she masked it quickly. "You might be right. But before enmity, there's always an opportunity and it's called profit. Richard is just too stubborn to see it."Sonia tried to explain.

Her attempt at justification only served to frustrate and fuel Tricia's irritation and eventually, she lost her composure.

"Do you really get it? Both of you had always been competing with each other, every year, every month, practically in everything." Tricia shouted at her.

She couldn't help but question what sort of business sense Sonia had.

"Sonia, wake up. Tricia snapped "Just as you're talking aboutbeing investigated after the event, be careful because you're also under the radar, and I am sure you are not untouchable." Tricia warned.

She retracted her gaze from her and turned toward the car window as the night crept over the city. Her chest rose and fell with quiet anger.

Inside, the silence stretched between them. Yet, none of them could contain her fury.

"Isn't it ridiculous that Jessica didn't even lift a hand, yet you still lost the fight?" she muttered.

Without a word, Sonia suddenly with a sharp turn veered off the main road and pulled into the lot of a high-end club, one she frequented when she needed to blow off steam.

Tricia flinched in surprise as she jerked out of her thoughts. "What's your problem? Where are you going?" Tricia asked, taking note of the club's name.

"Take a drink and calm down," Sonia snapped.

She needed something to ease her boiling rage. With no other outlet, she chose to drown her anger in a few glasses of the club's finest.

"Calm down, indeed," Tricia sneered. At that moment, she truly loathed Sonia.

With a click, the doors opened, and they stepped out. Tossing her keys to the valet, Sonia led the way into the club.

She hadn't expected to be played-or to be left disappointed. With the promise Davis Allen had made, she'd been certain she'd secure the partnership with Angels Wear today and proceed to the Allen Group tomorrow for the final deal.

But Richard had been a hard nut to crack. She recalled how many times she had approached him during the show, begging for a promise—even if only to seal the contract after the event. Yet all efforts were futile.

At one point, she'd even offered to invest in their operations just to secure the deal-but it had all been in vain. "To hell with you, Allen Davis," she muttered, downing another glass.

"Sonia, are you seriously disappointed?" Tricia scoffed, her grin laced with mockery.

It seemed fate had its own way of settling scores. She still remembered how furious she had been when Sonia refused to let her act-just for the selfish goal of landing a partnership with Angels Wear as a gateway to Allen Group.

"Sonia, I suggest you gather yourself and figure out a better way to clean up this mess," Tricia said coldly.

She would have loved to scorn this proud Zak family princess to m death-but they were tied together now. Bound by missteps and mutual interest. "Sort the mess out?" Sonia murmured. "I think that's your job." Tricia stared at her, dumbfounded. "Do you recall your lapdog was in charge of those materials?" she asked quietly.

"Who cares? If there's any problem, he'll deal with it," Sonia muttered.

"Really?" Tricia raised a brow, taking another sip of her cocktail.

"If I remember correctly, you promised him a night out if he succeeded." "So? Whether he succeeded or not, that's his cross to bear," Sonia replied flatly.

Tricia stared, stunned. It seemed Sonia still hadn't understood the depth of the situation they'd landed in.

Oddly, though, she found herself calmer. After Sonia insisted she hold back at the show, she had felt nothing but rage, betrayal, and regret-but she had restrained herself. She'd decided to watch Sonia attempt her grand plans. If she succeeded, then so be it—nothing lost.

"Otherwise?" Sonia interjected, her tone shifting slightly.

Tricia shook her head. There was no point explaining now. Perhaps, by morning, Sonia would realize realize she'd made a mistake by holding her back from sabotaging the show. Tricia wondered silently, "when that tcomes, would she cry a river?" Sonia could be difficult when drunk. And now, after a few glasses, Tricia quietly called a driver, who took them back to Sonia's home.

Checking the time, it was already close to midnight. Carefully, she helped Sonia into the house.