Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife: Bab 141 - Bab 150

The war had taken many forms: lawsuits, media onslaughts, digital espionage, and betrayals stitched into boardroom smiles but Damon never imagined he’d find himself face-to-face with Logan Vance again.Once the COO of Thorne Global, Logan was one of Damon’s fiercest rivals, ousted years ago after a failed coup. His exit nearly shattered the company and left a scar on Damon’s leadership. Their fallout had been public, brutal, and definitive.And yet, here he was, seated in the Thorne penthouse as if nothing had happened, sipping coffee with arrogant ease.“I’m not here to gloat,” Logan said finally, breaking the thick silence. “I’m here because you have a leak. And I have your plug.”Damon didn’t move. “You have a reputation for selling what people need. Usually right before you stab them in the back.”Logan smirked. “Still good with words, I see.”He leaned forward and slid a thin folder across the glass table. “Celeste has a mole in your legal advisory team. That’s how she knew about

The boardroom of Thorne International had never felt colder.Damon stood at the head of the obsidian conference table, a place he once commanded with certainty. Now, even the glint of the overhead lights felt like mockery. Spread before him were files, fresh Intel, and one ominous flash drive that had arrived anonymously that morning.Juliette leaned silently against the doorway, arms crossed, shadows of exhaustion beneath her eyes. She had just returned from infiltrating Thorne International’s HR division: a near-exposure that brought her dangerously close to Evelyn’s watchful eye. She was here now not as a partner, but as a warning: they were out of time.Damon plugged in the flash drive. Rows of data surged across the screen: wire transfers, offshore accounts, and falsified invoices. But it wasn’t just about Evelyn or Celeste. This was rot at the core.The files named the executives he had mentored. Friends he had toasted with on IPO nights. Advisors he had brought into his circle

The atmosphere in the press hall was electric and buzzing with reporters, flashing cameras, and the low hum of speculation. Every seat was filled. Every lens pointed toward the mahogany podium where Damon Thorne was set to speak.The announcement had come just hours earlier, — an unplanned public address from the embattled CEO of Thorne International. After weeks of scandal, betrayal, and eerie silence, the world was ready to pounce.Juliette stood just offstage, arms folded tightly, heart hammering. Damon had made this decision without her input. No rehearsed statement. No strategic filter. Just fire in his veins and too many enemies in the shadows.“Do you think he’ll say too much?” Isabelle asked beside her. She was back to her duty after being cleared of any wrong doing Juliette’s voice was low. “I think he’s about to light the fuse.”Then Damon stepped into the light.He wore a navy suit, crisp and flawless, but his face showed the cost of sleepless nights and hard decisions. A h

The silence in the penthouse was deafening.Rain tapped against the floor-to-ceiling windows like impatient fingers, the storm outside mirroring the one gathering between them. Juliette stood near the fireplace, arms folded, her gaze cutting straight through Damon like she could extract the truth by force of will.“You’ve had every chance to come clean,” she said quietly. “This is the last one. What have you been hiding?”Damon stood at his desk, fingers gripping the edge. His reflection in the window looked like a man staring into the wreckage of every choice he never wanted to make.“It’s not what you think,” he said at last.“Then say what it is,” Juliette snapped. “No more cryptic warnings. No more half-truths. You said we were in this together. Prove it.”He looked up, eyes tired. “There are things about the Thorne legacy I didn’t want you to know. Things that could endanger Mason. Things that could destroy us.”Her jaw tightened. “You don’t get to decide what I can handle. Not an

The sound of the press conference still played in the background like static, but the real damage had already been done. Juliette stood frozen in the centre of the penthouse, Damon’s tablet still in her trembling hands, replaying the broadcast on loop.Her face. Her words. Her choice.Juliette Rowe: Betrayer or Savior?The headline blared across every media outlet.The world saw a woman who had once stood beside Damon Thorne now shaking hands with the enemy. They didn’t know the truth - that she'd taken the deal to protect him from a hostile takeover he wasn’t ready to fight. But the press didn’t care about context.She’d expected anger. Rage. Accusation. Even silence.But what she got was worse.Distance.Damon hadn’t said much since she returned. No questions. No blame. Just a quiet that felt colder than any fury. He stood by the massive window now, arms folded, his silhouette etched against the bruised skyline of Manhattan.“Say something,” she whispered.He didn’t move. “What do yo