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Chapter 50: The Turning Point
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2025-06-25 07:52:10
Ernest BrooksThey thought Evelyn was the only enemy. They thought Alaric was the mastermind. But what if the truth leads back… to Damon’s own father? How do you fight a legacy built on lies? Read along
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The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 75: The Unseen Enemy
Damon Thorne stood before the towering window of his penthouse office, arms folded, gaze pinned to the distant skyline. Manhattan moved below with its usual indifference—headlines blaring chaos, investors pulling out, whispers tightening into nooses but up here, time stood still.The city hadn’t changed.He had.Behind him, the walls of his empire were closing in, one betrayal at a time.Juliette entered quietly, a tablet in her hand. She didn’t have to speak right away. She knew the moment — knew when to wait for him to come up for air.“You didn’t sleep again,” she said softly.Damon didn’t turn. “Didn’t need to. Nightmares don’t scare me anymore”.She stepped beside him. “Then what does?”He finally looked at her. “The possibility that I’ve trusted the wrong people for too long and I won’t know until it’s too late”.Juliette handed him the tablet. “You’re close. That tip , the one about the mole—it was right. But we need one more piece to expose them completely.”Damon took the dev
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 74: Crossroads
Morning light poured through the tall windows of Damon Thorne’s penthouse, bathing the interior in a false sense of peace. But nothing about this morning felt calm. Not the city below, not the tower of files on the glass table, and certainly not the man standing in the middle of it all—motionless, hands buried in the pockets of his slacks, eyes fixed on the skyline like it might offer him clarity.Behind him, Juliette moved with calculated precision. She flipped through breach reports on her tablet, each one worse than the last. Her dark eyes scanned line after line of digital carnage: funding freezes, hostile email threads, boardroom whisper campaigns. The pressure was suffocating, but she didn’t flinch.“They’re closing in,” she said finally, her voice even. “Three more investors pulled out this morning. The coastal expansion is frozen. Your emergency vote of confidence is set for tomorrow.”Damon didn’t turn. “They were always going to bail when things got hard. They weren’t partne
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 73: The Gathering Storm
The air inside Thorne Global’s upper floors was thick with tension less like an office, more like a fortress at siege.Damon Thorne stood in the executive war room, arms crossed, eyes locked on the transparent whiteboard covered in color-coded names, locations, and arrows. Some faces had been crossed out. Others circled. The newest entry, still unmarked, sat in the center: Marcus Thorne.Across the room, Juliette tapped furiously at her tablet, syncing the latest Intel from their surveillance team. The silence between them wasn’t empty, it pulsed with decisions waiting to detonate.“Celeste leaked it,” Juliette finally said. “The whistleblower memo. She released a version with forged timestamps to discredit the real one we were planning to drop. She’s already controlling the narrative.”Damon nodded once, lips pressed tight. We’ll stop playing checkers while she plays chess.Juliette looked up. “What do you have in mind?”He moved to a secured drawer, input a six-digit passcode, and r
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 72: Fractured Trust
The Thorne estate was unnervingly quiet.Even with guards stationed on every floor and surveillance drones circling the perimeter, a sense of vulnerability lingered like fog no system could scan away.In the war room, Damon Thorne stood by the wall of monitors, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. Behind him, Juliette paced, scrolling through breach reports on her tablet with laser focus.“It doesn’t add up,” she said, her voice low but steady. “The executive floor plans of Thorne Tower leaked to Celeste’s legal team three days before the board vote. And this—” she turned the screen toward him, “—this internal transcript between you and your legal counsel? It’s practically verbatim. Word-for-word what you said behind closed doors”.Damon didn’t respond immediately. His stare remained fixed on the screen showing Mason asleep in the estate’s reinforced safe room, curled beneath a blanket and hugging his stuffed fox.Juliette pressed. “No wiretaps. No breached firewalls. No surveil
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 71: Secrets in the Shadows
Rain battered the tall windows of the Thorne estate, slicing down the glass in shimmering streaks. Lightning forked across the sky, illuminating the sprawling grounds in flashes of electric white. Inside Damon’s office, tension crackled as thickly as the storm outside.Damon stood near the hearth, his silhouette tall and still against the backdrop of the flickering fire. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of multiple screens displaying surveillance feeds and encrypted message threads. Behind him, Juliette sat hunched over the edge of his desk, a crumpled photograph in her hand.Mason had found it hidden behind a false panel inside one of Celeste’s abandoned estates. A childhood relic buried like a landmine.The photo showed Celeste Whitmore, much younger, barely eighteen, standing beside an older man in a pressed suit. She clutched a document bearing the seal of Whitmore Industries and beneath it, two signatures that shouldn’t have existed on the same page.Juliette traced one nam
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife Chapter 70: A New Dawn or a Darker Night?
The morning broke over the city like a sigh of relief after a night drenched in dread. But for Damon, there was no peace. The sunrise did not bring warmth; it lit the battlefield of a war far from over.The night before had ended in fire and fear. A private tip from an anonymous source, disguised through encrypted channels had led Damon to a gated property on the city's outskirts. Mason was there, alone, unharmed, drugged but alive. No guards. No signs of Celeste. Just a note pinned to his shirt that read: “Your move”.Back in the penthouse hours later, Damon couldn’t stop watching his son breathe – proof that the war wasn’t over, but at least one battle had been won.In the office that now served as his war room, he stood facing the glass wall, watching the sun crawl across a skyline he used to command. Behind him, Juliette; bruised but unbowed, reviewed the latest intelligence gathered on Celeste.“She moved the board meeting to next week,” Juliette said, her voice laced with tension
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