All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The letter from the attic still weighed heavily on Damon’s mind as the sleek black car pulled into the underground garage of Thorne International. He had barely slept since Mason found it since that haunting signature, - A. Blackthorne, cracked open a new layer of questions. But the board demanded his presence, and the company couldn’t survive another crisis unattended. Juliette had insisted on joining him, despite the doctor’s advice to take things slow. She was recovering faster than expected, but Damon didn’t miss how her breath sometimes caught or how her fingers pressed lightly to her side when she thought no one was looking. Still, she refused to be left behind – not now, not with everything at stake. The boardroom of Thorne International had never felt more claustrophobic. Damon sat at the head of the long obsidian table, his gaze fixed on the portfolio of documents spread before him. Each page was a shard of betrayal, sharp and deliberate. His company - his legacy - was crumb

The sun had barely broken the horizon when Damon’s legal counsel stormed into his office, eyes grim and documents in hand.“You need to see this,” the lawyer said, slapping a manila folder onto Damon’s desk.Damon, still recovering from a sleepless night, opened it without a word. The first page alone made his stomach twist - a formal lawsuit, filed under Juliette’s name. Allegations of psychological harm, emotional neglect, and endangerment to Mason.His heart sank.“No,” he whispered. “This can’t be right”.“She filed it yesterday evening. It’s already leaked to the press. We have about six hours before the media turns it into a circus”.Damon stood slowly, disbelief painted across his face. He turned to the window, watching the skyline blur behind a storm of thoughts. The woman he loved, the mother of his child had taken a legal blade to their already bleeding bond.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Across the city

Rain fell in quiet sheets over the city skyline, casting long shadows against Juliette’s hotel window. She hadn’t returned to the penthouse since the lawsuit went public. Too many eyes. Too many questions. And worst of all, the silence growing between her and Damon.Her phone buzzed. Not Damon. This time, it was the encrypted number she’d been waiting for.She answered.“Juliette Moreau Calloway,” a voice greeted, deep and calm. “Or are you still going by Thorne?”Her breath caught. Only one man ever used that name— Lucian Blake, Damon’s former mentor. A man with secrets deeper than the city’s foundations.“I need your help,” she said, skipping pleasantries.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Thirty minutes later, Juliette stepped into a high-rise office draped in old-world wealth. Lucian Blake sat behind a mahogany desk, silver hair immaculate, steel eyes unreadable.“I always knew you had fire,” he said. “Didn’t

Rain hammered the city like a war drum, thunder rolling across the sky as if warning of what was to come. In the dim light of his penthouse office, Damon stood motionless, staring at the monitor before him.Security footage looped again and again.There timestamped at 2:17 a.m. was Ethan Cole. Damon’s Chief Financial Officer. His friend. His brother-in-arms since college. Caught entering the restricted archive room, accessing sealed financial records. The same night the confidential files were leaked to the media.Damon paused the footage, jaw clenched, hands shaking.Betrayal never came from enemies. It came from those who knew where you kept the knives.The office door creaked. Evelyn stepped in, her eyes heavy with the weight of what she already knew.“You saw it?” she asked.“I did,” Damon said coldly. “He didn’t even hesitate”.“You want him brought in?”Damon nodded once. “By nightfall. Alone. I want answers before I bury him”.----------------------------------------------------

The Manhattan skyline glowed under the twilight, a sharp silhouette of fire and steel that mirrored the unrest in Damon Thorne’s veins. From the top floor of Thorne Enterprises, he stood in silence before the glass wall, watching the lights flicker like distant battles.The media storm. The scandal. The betrayal. Everything he had built was under siege.But this time, he wasn’t alone.Juliette stood beside him, steady with a cane. Her ribs were still healing beneath her coat, and the cut along her cheek had begun to fade, but her spirit showed no cracks. She was still weak but far from broken."The board’s meeting again tomorrow," Damon said with low voice. "Half of them smell blood. They're circling.""Then give them a reason to back off," Juliette replied. "You’ve been ambushed before. But this time, you’re not alone".He turned to her. "And Celeste?"Juliette’s eyes narrowed. "She made a mistake. She took Mason. And now? We won’t stop until everything she built burns".-------------