All Chapters of The Ultimatum Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Roman’s brows furrowed, a low hum building in his throat. For a second, it seemed like he might explode, that flash of pride, that instinct to snap that no one told him what to do. His lips parted, the words already forming.But then his eyes drifted back to Elena.The fight died there, quiet, defeated.Her hair was still slightly disheveled, framing her face in soft tangles. Her breathing had steadied into a fragile rhythm, her hand resting limply against the blanket. Even asleep, she looked too pale, too fragile, yet something in her expression held a kind of quiet defiance.Like even unconscious, she refused to lose.Roman swallowed hard, his voice low when he finally spoke. “I’ll handle it.”Dr. Harrow studied him for a moment before nodding. “Good.” He packed up his tools, glancing briefly at the monitors again. “Make sure she eats something as soon as she wakes. Broth, something light. And Roman…”Roman looked up, waiting.“Take it easy on her,” the doctor said, his tone gent

Marcus gave a small, humorless chuckle. “So are most murders before the dots start connecting. The glove, the timestamp, the sequence of events, and now, a security feed we recovered from the council’s storage shows a shadow figure slipping out through a side door seconds after Harrow’s body hit the floor. Whoever it was, she moved like someone trained.”He looked up toward the massive oak doors, his tone darkening. “And Roman Thorne’s wife doesn’t exactly strike me as an innocent housewife.”Trent shrugged. “Or she’s being framed. You know these upper tier types, everyone’s got an agenda.”Marcus didn’t disagree, but he couldn’t shake the certainty forming in his gut. Everything they’d uncovered in the last forty eight hours screamed of intent, not coincidence.Still, he knew how this would look. The Thornes were practically untouchable, wealth, reputation, political influence. To walk into their home and accuse the Thorne matriarch was walking into a minefield.But orders were orde

Hale inclined his head. “I’ll keep you informed. No loose ends this time.”Roman gave a curt nod. “Good. I want updates every hour. If there’s even a whisper of Vargo or Dante, you come to me directly.”Hale paused at the door, his voice low but resolute. “We’ll get them, sir. I swear it.”Roman didn’t respond immediately. He just looked out the window again, his reflection flickering against the glass, his thoughts spiraling between fury and something he couldn’t name.When Hale finally left, Roman’s hand curled into a fist against the window frame. The pain that shot up his arm was grounding, it kept him focused, alive, sharp.Vargo and Dante had made a mistake. They hadn’t just attacked a Thorne. They’d attacked his wife.And now, Roman Thorne wasn’t planning justice. He was planning vengeance.Roman didn’t realize how fast he was walking until Hale called out something behind him, and the echo of his boots swallowed the sound whole. He was halfway up the marble staircase before

Elena hesitated, fingers brushing over the sheet. “I need to talk to you. About something… important.”Roman’s eyes narrowed just a little, not in suspicion, but in concern. He stepped closer to the bed. “You sound serious.”“I am,” she admitted, her voice dropping. “But you’ll need to sit first.”He raised an eyebrow. “Sit?”She gestured toward the chair beside her bed. “Yes. Just… sit down for a moment.”Roman’s mouth twitched into the faintest grin as he looked from her to the chair, then back again. “You’re not about to fire me as your personal food delivery man, are you?”Elena’s lips parted, half in disbelief, half in reluctant amusement. “Roman, I’m being serious.”“I am too,” he said, finally letting out a low chuckle. “You’re looking at me like you’re about to drop a bomb. Might as well brace myself properly.”And with that, he moved closer, slow, measured, and lowered himself into the chair beside her bed, his knee brushing the edge of the mattress. His presence filled the

Roman tilted his head slightly. “Complicated it,” he repeated softly, the corner of his mouth tightening.“Yes,” she said, her voice firming. “You were never part of it, Roman. You were just… there. I thought I could slip in, execute, and be gone before anyone realized what had happened. But then you asked me to go with you. I couldn’t say no, not without raising suspicion. So I adjusted the plan.”Roman stayed very still, his expression unreadable. “You adjusted the plan,” he murmured.Elena nodded, her tone turning dry. “You had your rules, no touching, no kissing, no emotion. They worked in my favor that night. But when I saw Harrow slip toward the back hall, I needed a way out without drawing your attention.” She hesitated, her lashes lowering as she looked down. “So… I kissed you.”The words hung in the air like a gunshot.Roman’s jaw clenched. His breath hitched so faintly it was almost imperceptible. “You what?” His voice was a quiet, dangerous growl.Elena forced herself to me