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Chapter 202: Letters from the Dead
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Ernest BrooksWhat if the one man they buried… was never really gone?
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The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 204: Rebuilding the Ruins
Thorne International still stood, towering and defiant against the skyline – less a monument to dominance now, more a testament to survival. Its mirrored façade, once fractured by betrayal and siege, had been restored. Reinforced but the true reconstruction wasn’t of steel or stone.It was of Damon Thorne.He stepped into the lobby for the first time since the blood-soaked unraveling of his empire. Not cloaked in tailored armor or shadowed by an entourage. No sunglasses. No security.Just him.And Juliette Blackwell beside him.Visible. Unapologetic. Intentional.Juliette lifted her face toward the newly reconstructed skylight. The light caught the faint bruise along her temple, a quiet echo of what they'd almost lost.“Feels different,” she murmured.“It is,” Damon said, his voice lower than usual.“You ready?”“No,” he answered with a tired smile. “But I’ve survived worse without being ready.”The elevator opened with a soft chime. A few employees froze at the sight of them —him. Sh
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 203: The Hidden One
The observatory was long behind them, but Gabriel’s final words still echoed through Juliette’s mind, sharper than the morning chill seeping through the SUV’s windows:“She’s alive. She has answers neither of us does. And she’s been waiting for you.”He hadn’t spoken her name.Only that she was bound to Isolde… and to the root of the curse that still clawed at all of them.Now, as the black SUV wound along a desolate coastal road, Juliette stared at the gray horizon where sea met sky. In her lap lay a worn, folded letter - Gabriel’s last breadcrumb.Damon drove beside her, jaw tight, knuckles white against the steering wheel. Neither had spoken much since leaving. The silence between them wasn’t cold, it was bracing. Focused. A stillness born of shared determination.They were chasing the past to break what it had built.“You’re sure she’s real?” Damon asked quietly, his voice husky from the night’s unrest.Juliette didn’t look at him. Her gaze stayed fixed on the jagged cliffs ahead.
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 202: Letters from the Dead
The quiet hum of the car engine had long faded from Juliette’s memory, but the weight of that transition from sterile hospital walls to the hushed luxury of the Thorne estate still clung to her skin. It had been four days since she opened her eyes in that hospital room, with Damon at her side and truths unraveling like threadbare silk.The doctors had insisted on keeping her for observation, but Damon had pushed: calmly, persuasively, and with the full force of his name. When the discharge finally came, it was under strict orders for rest and no emotional strain. Juliette wasn’t sure the latter was possible. Now, wrapped in a soft robe and seated by the window of the room Damon had personally prepared for her, she looked out at the garden blooming and undisturbed, as if the world hadn’t just tried to swallow her whole. The sunlight warmed her face, but nothing could thaw the questions buried deep in her chest. The phone call still echoed in her ears. "Your mother lied to you." "There
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 201: Beneath the Ashes
Juliette’s fingers tightened around the phone as the final words echoed in her mind: “Your mother wasn’t the only one with secrets.”Outside the hospital room, the late afternoon sun had vanished behind clouds, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Inside, silence settled again, broken only by the soft hiss of her oxygen and the steady beep of monitors. Damon stood beside her, eyes narrowed, tension tightening his jaw.“Who was it?” he asked, voice low but alert.Juliette blinked slowly, her mind racing, heart pounding despite her body’s weakness. “He said... my mother hid things from me. Things she never wanted me to know.”Damon moved closer, crouching beside her chair, hands brushing hers. “Do you recognize the voice?”She shook her head. “No. But he knew my name. He knew about my mother. And he sounded… calm. Too calm.”Damon’s eyes darkened. “That call was meant to rattle you. He didn’t give you a name?”“No. Just that line. Then he hung up.”He stood, pacing slowly. “I
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 200: Ashes and Promises
The rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor pulsed through the dim hospital room like a fragile thread holding back the silence.Damon Thorne stood at the doorway, bruised, bandaged, and still limping from a cracked rib. Pain throbbed through his side with every breath, but he barely felt it. Not while she lay there.Juliette.She looked impossibly pale against the white sheets, her shoulder wrapped in thick gauze, IV lines threading from her arm like veins of glass. Oxygen hissed softly at her bedside, keeping her breathing steady - barely.The sniper’s bullet had torn through her, nearly severing her artery.And yet, she had survived.Damon stepped in slowly, each movement deliberate. The war might have ended in fire and betrayal, but in this room, time stood still. It was just her and him, and the terrifying possibility that she might not wake.He reached for her hand. Cold, but alive.“You held on,” he whispered, swallowing hard. “You're strong, stubborn, active, and impossible to unde
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 199: No More Deals
Smoke curled around the broken remains of the Blackwell estate, now reduced to a skeleton of cracked stone and flickering flames. The battle had torn through its walls like a tempest, leaving shattered chandeliers hanging like dying stars and oil paintings charred to the frame. The stench of gunpowder and scorched wood clung to the night air, mingling with something more feral vengeance.Damon Thorne stood at the edge of it all, his body trembling not from exhaustion but from the decision he had just made. His finger hovered above the trigger, his gun still aimed at Augustus Virelli’s head.But the moment had passed.He’d lowered the weapon.Not because Augustus deserved mercy. But because Damon refused to be manipulated by another deal, another threat, another cycle of destruction."I’m not making deals with devils anymore," Damon said, voice rough.Augustus smiled, smug, victorious. "So you’ll let me walk? That doesn’t sound like the Damon Thorne I knew."Damon stepped forward. "I ne
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