Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 334: Sonia & Tricia plans...

Tricia sat curled into the corner of the couch, absently twirling her phone between her fingers.

Her gaze drifted to the woman still fast asleep on the opposite couch. Sonia, unbothered and sprawled out as if the world hadn't just tilted on its axis.

She wondered why she hadn't pulled this goff and listened to Sonia in the first place.

She hadn't been able to sleep comfortably through the night, and this morning, she had woken up with puffed eyelids, her thoughts unsettled, her nerves strung tight with regret and unease.

She shouldn't have listened to Sonia. She should've pulled off this plan herself instead of half-trusting someone else to execute it.

She regretted not having a good drink like Sonia to blow off the steam and possibly forget the complicated situation she had placed herself in.

Taking a steadying breath, Tricia redialed the snumber again. She had already lost count of how many times she had tried reaching the hotel manager all through the night, but the number still couldn't connect.

She felt her gut twitched with dread. She couldn't shake the feeling that something had gone wrong with the manager; otherwise, he would have called... at least for the other things she had asked him to do.

Tricia took a deep breath. "I have really miscalculated. If I had known Davis had healed from the curse of the accident, I would have chosen a capable hand to handle this job." "The last tI saw him in Noveria, he was in a wheelchair and was definitely not my match. He had been no match for her. If not for the interference of his wife, Jessica, he would've felt the full brunt of her intent.

"But now, he can do practically anything. How fast it is for him to regain his legs. Or was he just pretending to be crippled?" She muttered to herself, lost in thought.

She breathed heavily, her head spinning as thoughts "I think I have to go back to Noveria. At least, I wouldn't be as worried as I am at this moment." Sonia stretched from her sleep, her hands covering her mouth as she yawned. Slowly, she opened her eyes, but then she felt a splitting headache.

"Ouch!" she muttered.

She slowly lifted herself halfway, with her hand cushioning her body, her other hand rubbing her throbbing temple.

"Finally decided to wake up, Princess?" Tricia sneered, not bothering to hide her irritation.

Sonia turned her head as she noticed her presence for the first time. But the scorn in Tricia's words wasn't lost on her.

"What's that with the scorn?" she asked, her face telling of the confusion in her mind.

Tricia studied her for a moment. Her confusion didn't feel rehearsed. "Are you for real? Like... you don't remember anything?" Tricia asked.

Sonia shook her head. "Can't remember." "You can't be serious," Tricia said flatly.

She dropped her phone on the table beside Sonia's phone to take a good look at her.

"Believe it or not I don't remember," she murmured as she swung her legs down from the couch.

"My head is really pounding, I just need a shower," she said as she stood up, ready to walk into her bedroom. Tricia's patience snapped. Her chest rose and fell, fury tightening her lungs. "Lady Sonia Zak. Since your memory's failing, lethelp you out though I'm sure you aren't amnesic." Sonia stopped in her tracks as she waited for her to finish.

Tricia crossed her arms. "Lady Bright's fashion show for the new season,"she smirked.

Sonia's face twisted a bit..

"Does that ring a bell?" Tricia asked with raised brow.

Like a tidal wave, the memories ccrashing down on her, her rage bubbling again at the disappointment.

"I didn't ask you to get angry, but I need to remind you the mess out there isn't simple and is not something we can just sweep away." Just as she was about to continue, a cell phone buzzed. Their heads snapped to the table. A phone lit up. Tricia and Sonia padded over to the location of the phone.

Sonia glanced at Tricia, who raised a brow silently, and taking a deep breath, her fingers slid across the screen of the phone to answer.

The manager's voice filtered through the line, muffled and suppressed. "Ms., there is a problem... please, you have to helpout." Tricia glanced at Sonia, who nodded at her to let the man finish. "Where are you now?" she asked.

"I am at the hotel," he responded.

With his response of being at the hotel, Tricia's temper snapped, her chest heaving in fury.

Tricia's expression darkened. "You're where? You've been at the hotel this whole tand couldn't be reached? Are you kidding me?"she snapped.

"Weren't you paid enough to get this done?" she shouted over the phone that even Sonia had to step back to save her eardrum from damage.

"Tricia, you have to calm down. He might be in danger. Maybe you should hear him out first." At Sonia's word, Tricia kept quiet. "Why are you calling now?" "I was caught," the manager said, breathing heavily. "Allen Davis found out and lockedin. There's a guard." His reply made Tricia pause lightly. "If you are with a guard, how then are you calling? Am I being tracked?" "No, no... the guard seems to have gone out to get something. I'm thinking if you could send someone over to helpout." "What happens if all you've said is a plan to lure me?" "Please, I haven't said anything, and maybe if he returns, the situation might not be the same," he replied in a hurry, his voice coming out muffled.

Tricia paused for a while. She gave a quick thought about it, but before she could respond, the muffled voice of NO the manager cthrough again.

"He is returning," and her phone beeped with a disconnected tone. She was startled as she glanced at Sonia, who simply shrugged her shoulders with helplessness. "It seems, I was wrong to involve him in the first place," Tricia muttered.

Sonia shook her head. "It wouldn't have been possible to do anything with the materials," she said as she sighed and slumped back into the couch.

Tricia paced around the sitting room in contemplation. She needed to get this matter off herself and fast.

She glanced at Sonia, who sat helplessly on the couch, her mind fluttering with a decision.

Sonia had to bear the cost of her foolish act because if she hadn't interrupted her plans out of greed for partnership, things wouldn't have spiraled out of hand.

Besides, this matter had been a collective effort of them both.

Originally, it was Sonia's plan to disrupt the show due to the business rivalry between them.

She had discovered the plot and decided to chip in since it would be more cost-efficient, and this idea was exactly why she, Tricia, stepped into the limelight.

They took on the roles, and Tricia was to arrange a hand inside the hotel.

With her few trips to Country Y, she had spent her tin Grand Duke Hotels.

A tthat gave her the opportunity of meeting the manager.

Seeing her gaze on her, yet in a daze, Sonia sat up slowly. "Tricia, something has to be done just to set him free to avoid him saying it all," Sonia suggested.

Her hand tapped lightly on her cheek. "I have to contact Godson, the insider at Angels Wear. Since the show has already ended, I am sure he will be willing to help."

Tricia laughed lightly. "Ready to help? He must be a dedicated lap dog. You never contacted him since yesterday, and at this moment, you really want to ask him to save a soul in distress?"

Sonia shrugged. "Don't sweat it. He still loves me, and whatever will makehappy and give in the Obe him OTT opportunity of having me, he will definitely do," she said, feeling slightly guilty. "I see, you are blessed... but be careful. He might disappoint you out of your continuous disappointment and betrayal," Tricia said.

"It is impossible," Sonia retorted.

She was sure Godson wouldn't hesitate to do her bidding, as long as she had that handle against him.

At this realization, she internally patted herself for being clever.