All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Three days since the blast beneath Strathmore. No time to grieve. No time to bury the fallen. Damon and Juliette had walked out of the fire scarred, but alive. And now, they were walking into another storm.The warehouse was supposed to be untouchable: two entrances, no windows, strategically placed on the edge of the city’s abandoned shipping district. Silent - Isolated - Secure.But the silence felt wrong the moment they stepped inside.Juliette’s hand hovered near her sidearm, tension rippling beneath her skin. The air was too still. The lights overhead flickered, not randomly but rhythmically like someone was watching.She looked at Damon. He caught her glance and gave a subtle nod.“We move fast,” he said, voice low, jaw locked. “In and out in ten minutes. Stick to the plan.”They split into two teams.Damon took two operatives down the left corridor toward the comms server.Juliette led the second team toward the mainframe access point. Every step echoed like a countdown. The hu

The flickering footage replayed on Juliette’s phone for the tenth time. She sat alone in the armored SUV, her grip tight, knuckles pale against the glass screen. Damon’s bloodied face filled the frame, eyes swollen, wrists bound, head bowed in exhaustion.Then came the moment.A masked figure was behind him. A gun raised.Black screen.It was supposed to break her.But it hadn’t.Because something was wrong.Juliette rewinded again.Paused.Zoomed.And there it was.A glint of light, reflected off a polished surface, far too intentional to be accidental. A security mirror angled just enough to catch a moment the camera didn’t mean to record.Damon blinked. Once. Then again. Slow. Deliberate.Morse code.Their code.Juliette’s breath hitched.“He’s alive”. Logan, seated beside her, leaned closer. “Ma’am?”She handed him the phone. “Watch his eyes. Look carefully.”A pause. Then a low whistle.“That’s a signal. ‘Trap staged.’ He knew the footage would be intercepted. He wanted you to k

The war had entered its final days.A heavy silence draped the city, creeping through alleys and steel towers like a phantom. Every shadow felt like a blade. On the rooftop of Thorne Estate, Damon stood motionless, eyes on the horizon where dark storm clouds gathered: ominous, electric, and inevitable.Juliette approached quietly, her boots crunching against gravel. “The team is assembled,” she said. “Everyone who’s left.”Damon turned slowly. His face was still gaunt from the torture, bruises yellowing along his neck. But the fire in his eyes had returned — quiet, unforgiving.“Then it’s time.”---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------In the lower halls of the estate, their remaining allies waited, battle-weary, eyes sharp, adrenaline muted by exhaustion. Ava, their lead tech, hovered over a projected blueprint of the Lennox estate — Blackwell’s final stronghold. A massive fortress, cloaked in decaying wealth and

They thought it was over.The estate burned around them, alarms shrieking like dying sirens as Damon and Juliette stumbled through the collapsing corridors together, wounded but standing. Celeste was down for now. The war room was in ruins. And yet...It wasn’t finished."Go!" Juliette urged, gripping Damon’s arm as the ceiling groaned overhead. "Get to the vault, we still haven’t cleared the south wing.""I'm not leaving you," he said, voice strained, eyes searching hers."You have to. There's something else, someone else still moving behind the lines."Damon hesitated. Then with one final look, he disappeared into the smoke.Juliette turned toward the east hall and walked straight into her worst nightmare.—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Gunfire echoed through the crumbling halls of the Blackwell estate. Smoke clung to the ceilings like a ghost refusing to leave, and the floor beneath Juliette’s boots trembled f

Smoke curled around the broken remains of the Blackwell estate, now reduced to a skeleton of cracked stone and flickering flames. The battle had torn through its walls like a tempest, leaving shattered chandeliers hanging like dying stars and oil paintings charred to the frame. The stench of gunpowder and scorched wood clung to the night air, mingling with something more feral vengeance.Damon Thorne stood at the edge of it all, his body trembling not from exhaustion but from the decision he had just made. His finger hovered above the trigger, his gun still aimed at Augustus Virelli’s head.But the moment had passed.He’d lowered the weapon.Not because Augustus deserved mercy. But because Damon refused to be manipulated by another deal, another threat, another cycle of destruction."I’m not making deals with devils anymore," Damon said, voice rough.Augustus smiled, smug, victorious. "So you’ll let me walk? That doesn’t sound like the Damon Thorne I knew."Damon stepped forward. "I n