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Chapter 4: Hidden Truths
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2025-05-31 05:08:26Juliette didn’t wait for Celeste to gather her wits. The second Mason's voice echoed down the sterile corridor, she lunged forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the emergency exit with the urgency of a woman being hunted.
“Mommy, who was that lady?” Mason asked, his small legs struggling to keep up as Juliette yanked open the stairwell door. “She’s no one, baby,” Juliette breathed, guiding him down two flights in silence. Her pulse thundered in her ears, drowning out the rhythmic thudding of their descent. “We have to go.” Juliette didn’t stop until they reached the underground parking garage, her lungs burning and her hands trembling as she secured Mason in his booster seat. She slid into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. Across from her, the exit gate blinked its red eye, waiting for her to move. “Mommy…” Mason’s voice was quieter now. “Did I do something bad?” Juliette turned, her heart splintering at the sight of his wide, tear-brimmed eyes. “No, sweetheart,” she said, forcing a smile as she wiped his cheek. “You were perfect. You were just… surprising.” She didn’t add - ‘like a secret detonated in public’. Because that’s exactly what had happened. Her secret — their secret — was now tangled in the hands of the one woman who would use it like a blade. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That night, Juliette stared at the ceiling in her dim apartment, Mason sleeping peacefully beside her in their shared bed. Her heart ached at the innocence of his soft breaths, and at the storm she could feel brewing. She hadn't meant for him to see Damon. She hadn't meant for Damon to see her. But now the past had woken up and it was already pulling threads she’d tried so hard to bury. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Across the city, in the towering penthouse wing of the Thorne estate hospital, Damon Thorne twisted in his sheets, breath shallow, brow slick with sweat. Flashes of light danced behind his eyes — memories blurred into dreams. A woman in white. Laughter. The scent of vanilla and something faintly like jasmine. A beachside villa at sunset. Hands touching. Lips whispering. “Forever.” And a child. Small hands. Big, curious eyes. Calling out — “Daddy?” The dream twisted, the wedding fading into fire, the child into a mist. He woke with a start, chest heaving. “Juliette!” The name ripped from his lips like a wound torn open. He sat up, heart pounding as monitors around him beeped in protest. A nurse rushed in, but Damon barely noticed her presence. His hand went to his chest. That name. That voice. Why did it feel like lightning had struck his soul? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two doors down, Celeste froze as she passed Damon’s room on her way to the lounge. She had heard it — the name. She turned, hand clenched on the glass window. “Juliette…” Her lips curled into a grim line. She turned on her heel and stormed down the hall to the executive wing — Evelyn Thorne’s private suite. She didn’t bother knocking. Evelyn stood by the mini-bar, pouring herself a glass of something dark and aged. “I warned you,” Celeste hissed as she entered. “She was here. She ran off before I could stop her — but not before leaving a parting gift.” Evelyn raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “Let me guess. Damon said her name.” “Screamed it. In his sleep. The memories are surfacing.” Evelyn sighed and sipped her drink, calm in a way that made Celeste’s skin crawl. “He always had a strong subconscious bond with her,” Evelyn murmured, almost wistfully. “Even when we tried to erase her.” Celeste’s eyes sharpened. “So it’s true.” Evelyn looked at her evenly. “Yes. Juliette was once his fiancée. She was… inconvenient. We took care of it.” Celeste felt the weight of the words settles like poison in her stomach. “And the boy?” Evelyn paused — just long enough for the answer to become dangerous. “We don’t know,” she said finally. “But I intend to find out.” Celeste’s gaze darkened, her fingers twitching by her side. “This changes everything.” “No,” Evelyn said, stepping closer. “It threatens everything. If Damon remembers what we did... If he learns the truth about the wedding, about Juliette..” She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t need to. Celeste stared at the glass in Evelyn’s hand, her jaw tightening. “You promised I would be the next Mrs. Thorne.” “And you will,” Evelyn said coolly. “As long as Juliette stays gone. Forever.” Celeste turned toward the door, her voice a whisper of steel. “Then I’ll make sure she does.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Outside the hospital, hidden in the shadows, a man in a dark trench coat lowered his phone from his ear. He had listened to every word. His lips curled into a twisted smile. “Well, well,” he muttered. “Looks like the game’s just begun.”
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The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 25: A Shattered Promise
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Damon Thorne’s sleek penthouse, casting long shadows over the minimalist décor. Damon stood by the window, staring out at the city below — the same city that held fragments of his forgotten past and pieces of a life that felt just beyond reach. The weight of everything pressing on him was almost unbearable.His phone buzzed quietly on the marble countertop. He glanced down, recognizing Juliette’s name lighting up the screen. For a moment, he hesitated, fingers trembling slightly as memories — both blurred and vivid flickered behind his eyes. The warmth in one moment, the ache in the next, tangled in a web of confusion.Swallowing the lump in his throat, he answered.“Juliette,” he said quietly, voice rough from disuse. “Can we talk? Please.”There was a pause. Then her voice came, cool, measured but unmistakably wary.“Not now, Damon”He closed his eyes, pain sharpening. “I’m trying. I don’t want to lose you”“Maybe you already ha
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 24: Unexpected Alliances
The late afternoon sun had softened into a muted gold as Juliette stepped into her boutique, the familiar scent of lavender and cedar-wood surrounding her like a fragile shield. Outside, the city buzzed with indifferent energy, but inside, a heavy silence settled, wrapping around her like a second skin.She’d spent the morning lost in a swirl of unease, a message still fresh and puzzling in her mind: Meet me at the café. I have information you need. – C.Celeste Whitmore. Damon’s fiancée. The woman who, until now, had seemed a distant, untouchable figure, the silent adversary in the shadows of Juliette’s fractured past. And yet here she was, asking for a meeting, promising knowledge about Damon’s accident and his lost memories. A truce, perhaps, or something more complicated.The thought of facing Celeste stirred a thousand conflicted emotions within Juliette —fear, resentment, suspicion. Yet beneath it all, a deeper truth pulsed stronger than any pride: she needed answers. For Mason’
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 23: Crossroads
The rain poured in steady sheets outside the Thorne estate, gray clouds blanketing the sky as if mourning what was about to be unearthed. Damon stood in the grand foyer, Evelyn’s footsteps clicking on the marble as she approached from the east hallway, ever composed, ever cold.She stopped when she saw the envelope in his hand.“I found the wing,” he said simply, his voice a storm barely held in check.Evelyn’s gaze flicked to the envelope, then back to his eyes. “So you’ve been snooping.”“Stop pretending, Mother,” Damon snapped. “You locked away a part of our home — our history and pretended it never existed.”Her lips curled in disdain. “That wing was sealed for a reason. Some truths deserve to be buried.”Damon’s jaw clenched. He pulled a letter from the envelope and held it up. “Did you think I’d never find this? A letter in my handwriting… addressed to Juliette. Dated days before the accident. You knew she meant something to me. You knew and you erased it.”Evelyn stepped closer
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 22: Unveiling the Past
The silence within the hidden wing of the Thorne estate was deafening. Dust blanketed everything like a shroud over forgotten sins, and each step Damon took stirred the ghosts of memories too long buried. The air was stale, tinged with the faint aroma of cedar and decay. He hadn’t set foot here since he was a boy. It was as though this entire part of the mansion had been exiled from time.He paused outside a heavy oak door, its brass handle tarnished but familiar —very familiar. This was the room from his dream. The same fire-scorched wallpaper. The cracked mirror above the hearth. Even the sensation weight in his chest was identical. Damon’s fingers curled into a fist before he reached out and turned the handle.The door creaked open.Inside, dust motes swirled in the shaft of light spilling in from the hallway. The study was large but cluttered, as if someone had left it in haste. Stacks of books had collapsed on the floor, and the furniture, once opulent, now sagged under the weigh
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 21: The Hidden Room
The night after the crash was unusually quiet, but Damon couldn’t sleep. Not after the way Juliette had looked at him confused, emotional, and quietly pleading with her eyes, though no words had passed between them about their past.He had helped her pull the injured driver from the wreck. Her hands had trembled in his, and for a fleeting moment, something shifted, something deep and buried.But it wasn’t just the crash that kept him awake.It was the dream.That room.The heavy wooden door. The cold metal handle. A mirror on the far wall, fractured down the middle. And a whisper in the dark: “You already know.”Damon sat up in bed, sweat clinging to his skin.He did know something.And it was locked inside that room.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------By morning, he couldn’t shake the obsession.He called in a private investigator—Rhett Calden, a man who didn’t ask too many questions and specialized in discreet deep dives. Rhet
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 20: Fractured Trust
Smoke still curled into the darkening sky as Juliette sprinted toward the wreckage. Tires squealed in the distance as bystanders screamed and phones rose to record.The front of the luxury car was obliterated, glass shattered like crystal snow across the asphalt. Celeste slumped over the steering wheel, blood trailing from her temple. Her phone was still recording, the faint red glow of the camera light blinking steadily.Juliette reached the door, pulling frantically.“Celeste!” she shouted.No response.The metal groaned as she struggled with the handle until a strong hand clasped hers and pulled her back.“Juliette don’t. The engine’s smoking.” Damon.He emerged from the crowd like a ghost through the fog – shirt sleeves rolled, breath ragged, eyes wide with panic. He didn’t hesitate. While Juliette coughed on the smoke, Damon forced the door open and pulled Celeste from the wreck just before a burst of sparks lit beneath the hood.He laid her gently on the sidewalk, pressing finge
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