All Chapters of The Ultimatum Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

A trending hashtag rose like smoke.#JusticeForHarrowFollowed by:#ArrestElenaThorne#ThorneCoverUp#PowerKills#WheresElena#WheresRomanEvery five minutes, a new rumor emerged:That Elena had been cheating.That she had been seen buying weapons.That she had a history of violence.That the entire marriage was a front.That Roman was aiding her escape to another country.A few conspiracy theorists even suggested that the crash scene had been staged.That they were hiding.That they were already dead.Or worse, that they had killed themselves to avoid prosecution.THE BUSINESS WORLD REACTS...Thorne Industries stock dropped 11% in two hours, a practically unheard of plunge.Investors demanded answers.Board members pushed for an emergency meeting.Other CEOs distanced themselves from Roman, releasing statements dripping with faux sympathy for Councilman Harrow.A rival company even leaked a statement that Thorne Industries was “under internal review for leadership misconduct.”Roman

Roman swallowed.God, she didn’t even realize she was hurting him. Or maybe she did, and didn’t care.He straightened, letting his own mask fall over his face.“I’m not here to lecture you.”“Good,” she muttered, laying her head back on the pillow as if dismissing him entirely.Roman hesitated… then rose slowly from the chair.He pretended it didn’t hurt.Pretended he didn’t care.Pretended her indifference didn’t feel like another wound he couldn’t stitch shut.“I’ll come back later,” he said quietly. “Try to rest.”“Mm,” she hummed. Not even looking at him.He reached the doorway.Paused.Looked back at her one more time.And the worst part?She didn’t look.Not even once.Roman shut the door behind him, his chest tightening as he forced himself to walk away... Pretending he wasn’t hurting.Pretending he wasn’t replaying every second of that kiss.Pretending he wasn’t falling in love with a woman who had built walls higher than his.The door closed with a soft click.Quiet.Too quie

Jace posts the final blow.He hesitated before the last upload. This one… This one could start a war if anyone suspected it came from him or Elena.It was the reason she accepted the contract.A girl. Sixteen.Found dead two years ago.Case dismissed as “suicide.”The file showed Harrow’s involvement, and the threats he sent the girl’s grieving brother.Jace clenched his jaw.“She deserved justice. Elena did it for her.”He leaked it.And the internet exploded. THE WORLD TURNS. Every news outlet that had mourned the councilman began backtracking.Every reporter who had called Elena a monster… fell silent.People started demanding:“Why wasn’t this investigated?”“Why was Harrow protected?”“Who covered this up?”Jace watched the chaos unfold, heart pounding.He didn’t expose Elena. He didn’t expose himself. But he exposed the monster that everyone had painted as a saint.He leaned back, chest tight.“Let the world burn,” he whispered. “But not her. Never her.”Finally, people were st

Elena didn’t know when the need hit her, only that it was sudden, sharp, and terrifyingly real.Roman kissed her again, slower this time, as if giving her room to change her mind.But she didn’t.She leaned in, fingers curling around his jaw, pulling him deeper.He felt it, her wanting.Her unguarded softness.Her surrender.And Roman, who had been holding himself back for days, finally broke.“Elena…” His voice was low, rough, almost a warning.She whispered back, breathless, “Don’t make me say it twice.”That was all it took.Roman’s restraint snapped.He guided her gently, carefully, toward the bed, his hands steady even though his body shook with the effort not to rush. Elena didn’t step away. Didn’t tease. Didn’t run.She followed his pull like she belonged there.When he reached for his shirt, she helped him, fingers brushing his skin, tentative at first, then bolder. His eyes darkened instantly. He watched her like she was something sacred and dangerous all at once.“Elena,”

“Jace's not a threat.”“I didn’t say he was a threat,” he replied quietly. “I said I don’t trust him fully. There’s a difference.”“I trust him,” she said simply.Roman’s eyes sharpened at that, just a flicker, but he masked it with a slow exhale. “I’m aware.”“And if you don’t want me stressed…” she continued, sitting up straighter, the shift of her body catching his attention even when he tried not to show it, “then maybe you should team up with him.”Roman froze mid breath. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.” Elena’s tone turned taunting, soft but cutting. “If you want to track Vargo, Dante, or whoever else is out for your head, then training wheels won’t cut it. Use someone effective.”Roman stared, insult creeping into the edges of his composure. “Training wheels?”“Yes.” Elena nodded with a deadpan seriousness that absolutely wasn’t serious. “Because, let’s be honest…”She tipped her head, examining her husband like she was rating him on some invisible scoreboard.“…even at the very be