All Chapters of illegal Wife by Accident: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dawn arrived with a sky tinted gray. There were no birds, no sounds. Only silence.The kind of silence that feels like a warning.I sat at the edge of the bed, wrapped in a white sheet, watching the first rays of light slip through the window. Beside me, the space was empty.The three of them had gotten up before me.I could hear their muffled voices downstairs. They weren’t arguing, but they spoke with the tension of people about to walk into fire.I got dressed slowly, as if any sudden movement could shatter what we’d lived the night before. I could still feel their lips, their touch, their intensity. Everything we’d shared had clung to my skin like a fresh scar.When I came down, Maddox was the first to turn toward me.Impeccable. Elegant. Imposing.He wore a long black coat over his combat gear. His presence was so dominant that everything in the room seemed to lean toward him. Dax, leaning on the counter with a cup of coffee, looked up and gave me a half-smile. Max already had th

The night fell like a sigh over the quiet neighborhood, so different from the chaos I had grown used to. My mother's house, with its scent of cinnamon and aged wood, felt more like a memory than reality. Everything was silent, except for the soft murmur of trees swaying in the wind.Maddox stood by the window, his silhouette outlined by the warm light inside. He was still wearing his black shirt, though it was no longer fully buttoned. His gray eyes, as intense as ever, were fixed on the darkness beyond the glass."You're not going to sleep?" I asked softly, pausing at the threshold of the living room.He didn’t turn at first. He only answered after a long second."Everything here feels... too quiet. It’s strange."I walked closer. The sound of my steps was nearly inaudible on the handwoven rug. He tensed slightly when I stopped beside him, but didn’t pull away."It’s not strange," I said, looking at the same point he was. "It’s peace. Something we don’t know how to hold for too long.

The sun had just begun to tint the edges of the windows with gold when Amalia woke up. Not from exhaustion, but from the intensity of the thoughts that wouldn’t let her rest. The day had come.The operation against Project Phoenix would begin that very night.She went down to the living room and found it empty, though it still smelled like freshly brewed coffee. Max was on the terrace, speaking softly with Lev. From a distance, Amalia noticed the gentleness of his smile and how Lev looked at him with a mix of admiration and curiosity. A silent connection that seemed to grow without words.Dax appeared with a folder under his arm.“We already have the internal blueprints of the Cosmopolitan. Maddox wants us to review them together before noon,” he announced, placing the documents on the marble table.Amalia nodded, taking a quick glance. Internal corridors, emergency exits, evacuation routes, and most importantly, the camera blind spots. Dax’s work was clean. Precise. And that gave her

The early morning left a faint trace of mist over the land surrounding the house. Amalia woke wrapped in a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire: Maddox’s arms held her with measured strength, as if he feared the world could take her even in sleep.She said nothing. Just watched his face. Serene, contained, human.For a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of thinking the end was near.But the sound of the cell phone on the nightstand shattered that fantasy.Maddox sat up instantly, his gray eyes already alert."Who is it?""Dax," she said, picking up the phone. "He says they found something."Half an hour later, they were all gathered in the main living room."We intercepted a call," Dax reported, opening a recording on a laptop. "The number belongs to one of the Council's old contacts. They’re organizing a secret meeting in less than 72 hours.""Where?" Max asked."Marseille. A private yacht, in international waters. It’s not an ambush, it’s a power statement."Amalia crosse

The dawn bathed the city in golden hues, but inside the house, the air was heavy, filled with unspoken promises and plans yet to unfold.Amalia sat on one of the living room couches, holding a cold coffee in her hands. The calm before the war was always the most deceptive.Maddox entered the room, impeccable as always: dark suit, hair slicked back, and those intense gray eyes that seemed to pierce through everything. He stopped in front of her, silently assessing her."Today, you can’t hesitate," he said in a low voice filled with authority.Amalia looked up, meeting his gaze without blinking."I won’t hesitate. Not this time."Maddox nodded, stepping closer until his shadow enveloped her. He leaned in slightly, the heat of his presence nearly brushing against her."I want you to remember something," he whispered. "No matter what happens out there, you’re mine." His voice was a dark promise, an anchor in the chaos.Before Amalia could answer, Dax burst into the room, casually leaning