บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

The atmosphere in Damon’s war room, an ultra-secure conference suite on the top floor of Thorne Global, was more strained than ever. Screens lined the walls, flickering with data reports, security feeds, and satellite imagery. But none of it mattered if the people in the room couldn’t trust one another.Juliette sat at one end of the long table, her fingers wrapped tightly around a cup of untouched coffee. The night had bled into morning without rest. Her eyes burned from sleeplessness, but it was the tension in the room that truly weighed on her shoulders.Damon stood at the opposite end, flanked by Leo and security head Garrick. Between them were the remnants of the team they had pulled together — once united, but now splintered by fear, suspicion, and exhaustion.“Three data vaults accessed in the last forty-eight hours,” Garrick said, flipping through a report. “Each breach came from different internal entry points. Someone on the inside still has backdoor clearance”.“Which means

The air inside the penthouse was tight with unspoken words and unresolved fury.Juliette stood by the security display console, eyes fixed on the digital logs that had consumed her attention for hours. Behind her, Damon paced like a man trapped inside a collapsing fortress. His steps echoed with frustration, his silence even louder than his accusations.For two nights now, neither had truly slept. They moved around each other like shadows - present but detached, haunted by more than just the danger outside. It was the danger inside that had started to fray the edges of their bond.And neither of them could ignore it anymore.“I told you I had proof,” Juliette said, voice sharp, trying to break through his silence. “That login wasn’t me. I was at Mason’s bedside when the account was accessed”.Damon turned, eyes dark. “And I believe you”.“Do you?” she asked, turning slowly to face him. “Because ever since Cassandra showed you that file, you’ve been looking at me like I might be the nex

The penthouse was silent, save for the hum of the internal server and the soft crackle of the fireplace. A storm gathered outside, rolling low across the New York skyline, lightning slashing through clouds, and casting jagged shadows across the glass. It felt like a reflection of everything unraveling inside.Damon stood by the window, one hand braced against the glass, eyes fixed on the blurred city he once controlled. Behind him, Juliette moved with quiet purpose, placing a cup of coffee on the side table without saying a word.“You heard it all?” he asked after a long beat.She nodded. “Every word. Hyde, Sierra, Celeste, it’s not just sabotage. It’s an internal coup”.Damon’s jaw tightened. “I brought them in. I trusted Hyde. Gave Sierra her promotion. I let them close”.Juliette leaned against the armrest of the nearby chair. Her gaze was steady, not accusing, just firm. “They underestimated one thing”.“What’s that?”“Us”.He gave a short, humorless laugh. “Not sure that’s enough

Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting warm amber rays over the glass and marble interior. But the rising sun did little to thaw the frost between Damon and Juliette.Since Leo’s betrayal, they hadn’t spoken - not truly. Only clipped updates, curt logistics, and glances too loaded to ignore. The emotional fracture between them was widening with each passing hour.Juliette stood at the kitchen counter, fingers curled around a mug of untouched coffee. Her hand trembled slightly as she gripped the marble edge, steadying herself.They had survived murder plots, media storms, corporate warfare, and a child in critical care.But this?This silence was starting to feel like the real undoing.Behind her, footsteps broke the stillness.“I didn’t expect you up yet,” she said without turning.Damon entered in a crisp charcoal suit, tie loose around his neck. “Didn’t sleep”.She nodded. “Me neither”.He reached for a file on the kitchen island, probab

The penthouse was quiet….. too quiet. The kind of silence that came not from peace, but from the weight of decisions still waiting to be made.Damon stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the New York skyline glowing in a haze of steel and shadow. The chaos of the past few weeks clung to him like ash. His shoulders — once squared with purpose but now slumped with the burden of choices no one should have to make.Juliette sat at the kitchen island, a statement in front of her that she’d revised at least ten times. Mason was stable, the doctors said, but the emotional scars would take longer to mend than any bruises. And the clock wasn’t pausing for any of them.Damon turned, voice gravel-edged. “We release this… and we lose everything”.Juliette met his eyes. “No. We release this - and we finally stop lying to ourselves”.He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “You think the board will care about our redemption arc? Or the investors? We’re already bleeding. This could kill the compa