Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife: Bab 151 - Bab 160

The first rays of dawn crept into the Manhattan skyline, painting the horizon in muted hues of gray and gold. Damon Thorne stood in the elevator of Thorne Global, his reflection a fractured portrait in the metallic walls. He had barely slept two hours at most. His mind was a battlefield of strategy, loss, and Juliette’s unwavering gaze as they’d parted after the firestorm in the vault.The war hadn’t ended with the breach. And the next wave came faster than expected.The elevator doors opened with a mechanical chime.And what awaited him shattered whatever resolve he had left.The executive floor; the core of his empire looked like a war zone. Shattered glass crunched beneath his shoes. Framed accolades lay broken, slashed from the walls. Spray paint screamed in jagged red slashes:LIAR. THIEF. TRAITOR.But the worst of it was his office.The double glass doors had been blown inward. His desk was overturned. Drawers gutted. The custom-built safe embedded in the wall – the one only thre

The boardroom at the top of Thorne International had never felt so volatile. The tension crackled like static — thick with sleepless nights and the weight of truths no one wanted to speak aloud. Damon Thorne stood at the head of the table, the city skyline blazing behind him, a silent reminder of what was still at stake."This isn’t a strategy meeting," he said, voice like steel. "This is survival. One of you is leaking information. And unless we find out who — it’s over."Silence.Leo Marsh, CFO, shifted in his seat. “Damon, we’ve worked together for nearly a decade. You really think someone here is sabotaging the company?”“I think someone with access is compromising us,” Damon replied flatly. “And unless one of you been hacked, that narrows it to the people in this room”.Juliette Rowe sat to his right, calm but focused. Her gaze swept the room, noting every twitch, every deflection. Trust was no longer assumed. It had to be proven.Cassandra Lin, Head of Global Ops, leaned forward.

The boardroom at Thorne International was thick with unease. Twelve faces stared back at Damon, some cloaked in corporate calm, others barbed with veiled disdain. At the head of the table, Damon stood like a fortress under siege, his navy suit immaculate and his gaze unflinching."Let me be clear," he said, his voice composed but laced with steel, "I am not stepping down."A ripple of murmurs passed around the table. Hollis Davenport, a senior partner and longtime investor, leaned forward with his fingers steeped. “Damon, we respect your leadership. But the public backlash, the stock volatility, and now these... new developments—”Damon cut in. “You mean the anonymous leaks. The slander. The orchestrated chaos? We’ve seen worse and survived”.“Not like this,” said Madeline Ross, the company’s chief legal officer. Her tone was measured, but her eyes cut sharply. “There are questions about your ethics. Your judgment. And your ability to separate personal entanglements from corporate deci

The city was cloaked in pre-dawn silence, its towering skyline etched in shades of steel blue as the sun prepared to rise. Inside a secured operations room deep in the lower level of Thorne Tower, Damon stood before a massive screen filled with maps, encrypted feeds, and lines of classified Intel. Juliette leaned over the central table, sharp-eyed and relentless.Today was the day they would fight back.After months of lies, betrayals, and threats to their very existence, the counteroffensive was finally in motion. And with the backing of Rhys Carrington — a powerful but formerly adversarial tech magnate they now had the cyber tools, media leverage, and legal groundwork to strike at the heart of the conspiracy."Everything's ready," Juliette confirmed, sliding a USB drive across the table. "The files contain irrefutable evidence: offshore accounts, altered ledgers, and forged contracts - all pointing back to the core of the operation. And we've triple verified the chain of custody. Th

The rain came down in sheets, slicking the windows of Juliette’s black sedan as it crept through the winding lanes of the Thorne estate. She hadn’t planned on returning, at least not yet but the folder in her lap made it impossible to stay away.She’d spent the morning in a downtown archive, digging through sealed court records and financial transactions. The source? A former legal clerk turned hacker, an old contact of Evelyn LaRue, not to be confused with Damon’s mother. What Juliette had found was worse than she'd imagined.She parked. No announcement. No warning. Just her, the storm, and the truth clutched in her hands.Now, she sat in the library, soaked and silent, flipping through a folder of redacted documents that painted a picture she couldn’t reconcile.“Juliette?” Damon’s voice was soft but cautious. She hadn’t heard him enter.She didn’t look up. “You never told me your father had a second family.”Silence followed. Heavy. Immediate. Like gravity had shifted.Damon steppe