All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the Thorne estate, casting fractured light across the marble floors. In Damon’s private study, Juliette stood alone, the only sound the quiet clicks of the laptop as she scrolled through encrypted files on the secure flash drive Isabelle had decrypted the night before.Every screen revealed more rot.The conspiracy Celeste had launched was deeper than they’d feared. Shell corporations. Bribes. Coordinated smear campaigns.But one name stopped Juliette cold.Vincent Graves.One of Damon’s mentors. His father’s closest friend. A godfather figure. The man who helped stabilize Thorne Global after the elder Thorne’s scandals. Vincent wasn’t a bystander.He was orchestrating it.Her hands trembled as she cross-referenced the account logs. Vincent had financed the legal campaign that battered Damon’s reputation. He’d redirected security funds. He’d even signed off on disinformation contracts targeting Juliette directly.This wasn’t a betr

The morning headlines bled chaos across every screen in New York:THORNE EMPIRE ON THE EDGEJULIETTE REED: THE WOMAN BEHIND THE STORMBETRAYALS AND BLOODLINES - IS THIS THE FALL OF A DYNASTY?Inside the penthouse, silence reigned but it wasn’t peace. It was pressure before the collapse.Damon stood near the panoramic window, unmoving as live news footage played on the screen behind him. Financial analysts dissected stock drops. Tabloids rehashed rumors. Former allies turned into pundits, speculating on Thorne’s Global fall from grace.His phone vibrated again. And again. Legal counsel. Board members. Crisis managers.He ignored everyone.Across the room, Juliette sat curled into the corner of the sofa, still wearing yesterday’s clothes. Her coffee had gone cold in her hands. The press release from the night before still sat untouched on the glass table between them — truth waiting to be weaponized.“I should’ve told you everything sooner,” she said finally, her voice frayed.Damon did

The early morning sky over Manhattan bled orange and gray as Damon Thorne stood on the rooftop of Thorne Enterprises, his silhouette cut sharp against the awakening skyline. The wind whipped his coat around him, but he didn’t move. Below, the city pulsed with its usual oblivious rhythm — unaware that the empire towering above it was under siege.For the first time in years, Damon felt what he hadn’t allowed himself to feel since burying his father.“Powerless”.Behind him, footsteps echoed lightly. Leo approached, tablet in hand, his face drawn tight with concern.“The media’s still ablaze,” Leo said, his voice careful. “And Mason’s accident has only amplified it. Headlines are accusing Thorne Enterprises of being cursed, corrupt… some even say targeted. Investors are panicking”.Damon didn’t turn. “It’s not an accusation. It’s true. Someone is targeting us”.Leo hesitated, and then offered the tablet. “Then maybe we should hold off on the release until Mason’s stable. You don’t need m

The night bled into morning, but Juliette hadn’t slept. The photograph still lay on the floor beside her — frayed, aged, and impossibly real. The woman in the picture could’ve been her twin. Or… perhaps more accurately, a reflection from a life she was never told belonged to her.She rubbed her temples, her voice barely a whisper. “Who are you?”But the question wasn’t only about the photo.It was about herself.She’d returned to New York to protect Mason, to stand beside Damon, to fight back against Celeste and Vincent. But now the battlefield had shifted beneath her feet. She wasn’t just fighting for love or survival. She was fighting against a buried truth in her own bloodline.And the shadows were closing in.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Juliette sat in her late mother’s attic, dust swirling like forgotten whispers. The air was thick with silence and decay. She reached deep into the cedar trunk, unearthing docu

The air inside Thorne International’s crisis control room was electric with urgency. Banks of monitors cast cold light across the space, tracking news outlets, social media, stock fluctuations, and encrypted surveillance footage. Damon stood at the center, flanked by his most trusted cyber security analysts. Behind him, Juliette paced, arms folded tightly across her chest.New evidence had surfaced – files linking Celeste not just to offshore accounts and media leaks, but to a complex web of dummy corporations used to launder money.But it was the audio that changed everything, Vincent Graves caught in conversation with a shadowy figure known only as “Ramsay,” the silent financier behind Celeste’s war.Juliette hit play again, her voice taut. “They’ve been planning this for years. Since before you and I even got engaged. This was never about a single hostile takeover. They want to dismantle everything you built”.Damon’s jaw tightened. “Then we dismantle them”.He turned sharply to his