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Chapter 140: New Frontiers
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2025-07-09 00:23:43
Ernest BrooksWhat if Juliette’s true inheritance isn’t power… but the reason they want her silenced for good? Your comments keep me writing….thank you for the support!
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The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 211: The Coastal Retreat
The ocean breeze was different here.She had been back. She had stood inside Thorne International, looked into Damon’s eyes, and tried to hold onto the threads of a life that felt both foreign and familiar. But the weight of it all; the confrontation, the expectations, and the haunting fragments of memory had become too much.Two days after her return, she collapsed. Not physically, but emotionally. Overwhelmed - Disoriented. Her past refused to fully return, and the present pressed too hard.Damon hadn’t hesitated. He arranged the retreat her, quietly, sending her here with nothing but space and peace just as she needed. No pressure. No demands. Just time.Juliette stood barefoot on the sand, her hair whipping around her shoulders in the salty wind, the hem of her sundress brushing against her legs. The sky above was streaked in fading hues of coral and lavender, and the gentle crash of waves offered a rhythm she could finally breathe in.---------------------------------------------
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 210: A Love That Waited
Time passed in subtle shades of silence.Juliette had settled in a quiet coastal town, tucked far enough from the city to feel like another world. Her cottage - whitewashed with blue shutters sat at the edge of a weathered cliff, the sea stretching endlessly below. The wind carried the scent of salt and wildflowers, brushing through the curtains like a ghost that never quite left.The mornings were slow. The nights were still.And the dreams were constant.At first, they came like shadows: soft, fleeting impressions of a man whose face she couldn’t place but whose presence stirred something deep within her. A warmth that pulled at the hollow in her chest. A voice that echoed through her bones.“Find me. You always do.”She would wake with tears on her cheeks and no words to explain them.—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Juliette kept a journal.At her therapist’s suggestion, the blank pages became a map of her wande
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 209: A Stranger’s Goodbye
The sterile white of the hospital ceiling stretched above Juliette like a blank canvas: vast, unfamiliar, and cold. The rhythmic beep of machines and the faint scent of antiseptic clung to the air, grounding her in the now.But her past… was gone.She blinked slowly, each breath steady but hollow, her gaze drifting to the window where rain traced soft lines down the glass. The world outside felt distant, like a dream she wasn’t entirely sure she had woken from. Her hands, slim and pale rested atop the blanket, trembling as she tried to anchor herself to something... anything.Across the room, Damon sat in silence.Not too close. Not too far.He watched her like a man carrying a thousand memories she no longer held. The bruises on his face had faded into shadows. The stitches above his brow were healing. But the damage in his eyes ran deeper than flesh.It was the look of a man who had lost everything without her ever leaving.Juliette glanced at him warily.“Are you… with the hospital
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 208: The Ultimate Truth
Rain fell in mournful sheets over the ancient grounds, soaking the earth like a final baptism for generations steeped in blood and betrayal.At the heart of the forgotten temple deep within the hills of Corvina, once a sacred ground, now hollowed by silence and time - Juliette stood at the altar.Drenched, motionless, her soaked clothes clung to her skin as thunder echoed across the broken sky. The wind screamed through crumbling arches like the wail of a thousand ghosts.Beside her, Damon stood: silent, bruised, blood seeping from a gash at his temple. They had survived the unthinkable. Together, they had faced betrayal, war, and near-death. But this moment, this decision cut deeper than any blade.Before them loomed the Last Oathkeeper.His ceremonial crimson robes shimmered with rain, his gaunt face pale as bone. Eyes like dark glass stared through time itself. His voice, when it came, cracked like the sky:“Only one may fall, and the oath shall be undone,” he intoned, each word soa
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 207: The Last Oathkeeper
The morning fog clung low across the Thorne estate, dense and cold, like the breath of the past rising from the soil. The sun hovered beneath the horizon, casting a ghostly gray over the world. Atop Blackwell Hill, the old chapel stood - cracked, cloaked in ivy, and crumbling with time. What had once been a house of worship was now a grave of history and secrets.Damon and Juliette stepped inside together, their fingers intertwined. The wooden doors creaked open, and the scent of damp stone and ash greeted them. The silence was deep, holy, and hollow like a place that had been waiting for them.They were no longer just lovers. No longer pawns of war.They were the last of the Thorne and Blackwell bloodlines — two legacies forged in fire and deception, bound by a vow neither of them had made but both had suffered under.At the altar stood a lone figure, robed in silver, face drawn like old parchment. His robes shimmered with the symbol of the blood oath, two blades piercing a broken hea
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 206: A Final Message
The ring sat on the desk like a relic of a curse, its once-glorious gold now dulled and darkened, streaked with dried blood and etched with the initials that bound Damon to a legacy of pain.But it wasn’t just the ring that chilled him.It was the note that arrived an hour later.Folded neatly in thick, cream-colored paper, sealed with wax embossed by a crest neither Damon nor Juliette had seen in years, with the seal of the original Thorne-Blackwell covenant. A symbol that once represented unity between two powerful families, now twisted into something corrupted by secrets, betrayal, and death.Damon unfolded the note slowly. Each word carved itself into his spine like a blade dipped in old venom:“The time has come to finish what your father started and I perfected. You carry a name that never belonged to you; one written in stolen blood. If you want answers, bring the ring. Come alone. Midnight. - The mausoleum. — A.S.”“A.S”. The initials cracked the silence like a lightning strik
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