All Chapters of illegal Wife by Accident: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The early morning was a living, throbbing creature.And Maddox was already awake before the first ray of sunlight pierced through the bulletproof windows of the house. He was dressed in black, as always, immaculate even in chaos. His movements were controlled, as if each one was calculated for combat."We’re ready," Ivan reported as he entered the meeting room.Behind him, Dax and Max came in almost at the same time. Both wore the same serious expression, although Dax still carried the hangover from the night before."What does the satellite report say?" Maddox asked, without lifting his gaze from the digital map in front of him."Movement to the north. Heat points in the area of the old gas factory. They shouldn’t be there," Max replied, crossing his arms."Then they’re testing our surveillance," Maddox murmured.Amalia appeared in the room a few seconds later. She wore a fitted jacket over a black shirt, her hair tied in a braid that gave her a fiercer look. Her eyes met Maddox’s for

The dawn arrived uninvited.The sky, stained with a threatening gray, seemed to anticipate the storm.In the base’s operations room, maps were spread out, screens were on, and the air… was heavy.Max was marking positions on the map with absolute focus.Dax was checking intercepted surveillance cameras.Maddox stood, arms crossed, watching everything as if he had already seen it all play out in his mind.And Amalia.Amalia was there.Sitting at the table, among them.One of them.But she was no longer just the woman dragged into this war by mistake.Now… she was part of the strategy."We have three blind spots on the west border," Max said, pointing. "If they’re coming in, it’ll be through there.""And what if that’s not what they want?" Amalia cut in. "What if this is just a distraction?""That’s what I thought too," Dax added. "Look at this."He projected a video.A hooded figure moved through shadows.A familiar silhouette."Is that…?" Amalia whispered."Yeah," Maddox confirmed, his

The roar of engines echoed through the trees.Amalia adjusted her tactical jacket as she descended the hill alongside Maddox, Dax, and Max. Leaves crunched beneath their boots. In the distance, a cloud of dust rose: Cillian’s men were on the move.“Left flank, Dax. Don’t let anyone come through the stream,” Maddox ordered without turning. His voice was clear, sharp. Undeniably a leader, without hesitation.“Got it,” Dax replied, drawing both his knife and pistol. His smile was tense but electric—like he’d been waiting for this moment for weeks.“Max, with me,” Maddox continued. “We’ll greet them head-on. Amalia…”She looked up.“What?”“You decide,” Maddox said, his gray eyes locked on hers. “Do you lead the second line of defense or come to the front?”Amalia swallowed. It was the first time he openly gave her the choice. He wasn’t sidelining her or treating her like a burden.“The front,” she answered without hesitation.A flicker of approval crossed Maddox’s face. Just for a second

The first ray of sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtain, tracing a golden line across the messy bed. The warmth of Maddox’s body still lingered in the sheets, even though he was no longer there.I sat up slowly, still wrapped in the slow rhythm of our night. Every muscle ached in new ways—not from physical exhaustion, but from the emotional intensity still vibrating in my bones.Maddox had been... different.There had been a fierce tenderness in his touch. A restrained need that didn’t come from desire, but from something deeper. More dangerous.An attachment he didn’t want to admit.I wrapped the sheet around me and stepped out of the room. The hallway was quiet, but not empty. I could feel his presence before I saw him.And there he was.Standing by the window in the main room, a cup of coffee in hand, eyes fixed on the horizon. He wore only his suit pants, his shirt unbuttoned, and the sunlight kissed his back as if trying to understand him too.When he heard my steps, he

Dawn seeped through the windows like a pale ghost.Nothing in that house —or within us— seemed to have rested.The tension in the air was different. Sharper. Less restrained. As if we were all waiting for the final detonation.Maddox stood in front of the window, phone in hand, his face carved from stone. His imposing silhouette cast a long shadow across the wooden floor."Everything alright?" I asked from the doorway, my voice steadier than I felt.He didn’t respond immediately. He just hung up and turned around, his gray eyes as sharp as blades."The game’s over." His voice was a sentence. "Today, we go after them."Dax and Max entered the room like they had heard every word before it was said. They were ready. Combat gear. Weapons within reach. Chins high. Jaws tight."The reports are clear," said Max, dropping blueprints marked with red Xs onto the table. "Adris is weakened, but not enough. And Cillian… he’s the real threat now.""We’re attacking directly?" I asked, stepping close