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Chapter Sixty Nine (Lena’s POV)
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The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire 73: A New Fear
Dominic's POVAn old, rusty swing set sat crookedly in the middle of the playground, its chains groaning under a weight they hadn't felt in years. From the driver’s seat of my car, it was a perfectly peaceful scene—the kind of quiet that calms you into forgetting the world still turns with a nasty, hungry hatefulness. The late afternoon sun hung low, casting long, lazy shadows across the lawn of Eliana’s school. I was early, as always, but I liked watching the kids spill out of the brick building, their laughter a chaotic, joyful sound that almost made me forget why I had to be here in the first place.Almost.A glint of light off a dark sedan parked a few hundred feet away snagged my attention. It was too clean, too new, and parked with a deliberate nonchalance that set my teeth on edge. My hand instinctively went for the pistol tucked beneath my jacket. A small bead of sweat traced a cold path down my back. I’d told myself this was a simple pickup, a brief moment of normalcy in a l
The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire 72: Fragile Trust
Lena’s POVChapter 72The cold silence in the mansion was the first sign. He wasn’t touching me anymore, not in that easy, familiar way he used to. My hand would reach for his, and he’d already pull away. His eyes, once so open and full of a quiet adoration, were now guarded, watching me with a look I couldn’t stand—a look of suspicion. He was waiting for me to break, reveal some hidden agenda, and confirm that I was just like everyone else who had ever betrayed him.The fragile trust between us, built so carefully after I’d given up my secrets, was beginning to shatter. He was Uncle Dom to Eliana, but he was everything to me, and the emotional distance he was creating felt like a betrayal. I knew something was wrong, and the truth, when it came, was a blow to the gut. His empire, built on a foundation of shaky investments and misplaced trust, had collapsed. He was ruined.I found him in his study, staring out the window at the rain, a ghost in his own home. He wouldn’t talk, so I did
The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire 71: The Net Tightens
Dominic’s POV The world fell apart in a few lines of code. It started with a call that didn’t go through. A wire transfer that bounced. The sterile screen of his banking app, usually a display of untouchable zeroes, now flashed an alert: ACCOUNT FROZEN. CONTACT YOUR BANK. He tried another account, then another. The same message, every single time. A cold, surgical execution. His father wasn’t just cutting him off; he was amputating him from the global financial system. The first hit came from the shadows. The next, a quiet betrayal. A text message from a man who had sworn loyalty a decade ago: Can’t help. He’s made it clear. The message was gone a minute later, but the message was received. The empire had a new king, and every vassal was bending the knee. Dominic wasn’t just an heir disowned; he was a traitor to be erased. He was a ghost, a nobody. A man with nothing but the clothes on his back and the pistol tucked into his jeans. Rage, hot and blinding, surged through him. He wa
The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire 70: Aftermath and Oaths
Lena’s POVThe silence was worse. It had a heaviness that settled in the air alongside the dust motes. I watched the red and blue lights of the police cars retreat down the street, their flashing colours reflecting over the shattered living room one last time. The house was a mess, and we were standing in its waste. Bullet holes filled the walls like rough scars. The sofa was broken and across the floor, the blood was no longer fresh, and bright red, but now a dark and ugly stain.I didn’t look at it. I couldn’t. My eyes were fixed on Eliana, who lay curled on the other sofa, her breathing steady against the mess around us. Her grip on Leo was still so tight her knuckles were white. The innocence was gone from her face. It had been taken clean by fear, leaving her pale and tired out.This was the last night. She would never wake up to see something like the previous night. I pressed a hand to her forehead, stroking her hair. The vow was a silent prayer, fierce burning promise. I woul
The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire Chapter Sixty Nine (Lena’s POV)
The sirens bled into the night, loud enough to rattle the broken windows. Red and blue lights washed over the shattered living room, painting the blood on the floor in grotesque colours.I held Eliana tight against my chest, rocking her like she was still a baby. She wasn’t crying anymore, just silent, clinging to me with a strength that broke my heart.Dominic stood a few feet away, a giant in the wreckage, his gun lowered but still in his hand. His face was carved from stone, unreadable. Only his eyes gave him away—cold, sharp, hunting shadows even when the danger was gone.The police poured in, barking orders, stepping around bodies. One man started toward Dominic, hand hovering near his holster.“Drop the weapon!”Dominic didn’t move. His jaw flexed, his finger twitching near the trigger.“Dom,” I whispered.His eyes cut to me. To Eliana. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered the gun, set it on the table, and raised his hands.The officer didn’t look satisfied, just wary. Like he alrea
The Forgotten wife of the Billionaire Chapter Sixty Eight (Dominic’s POV)
The gunshot split the night.For a breathless second, there was nothing but ringing silence. No scream, no fall, no confirmation. Just smoke curling from the barrel of my gun and my father’s shadow standing tall in the haze.Then—slowly, horribly—he laughed.“You almost had me, son.”His voice was steady, calm, like I hadn’t just tried to put a bullet through his skull. My stomach dropped.I blinked through the sting of gunpowder and saw it: a jagged crack in the plaster where the bullet had landed inches from his head. My vision was still ruined from the flash grenade. My shot had gone wide.And he knew it.He stepped forward, unfazed, eyes gleaming with that merciless pride he’d worn my whole life. “You’re getting closer. But closer isn’t enough. Not against me.”My grip tightened on the gun. My body screamed at me to fire again, but my father was already moving, already closing the distance. His hand clamped around my wrist with the same crushing force I remembered from childhood l
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