All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The quiet hum of the car engine had long faded from Juliette’s memory, but the weight of that transition from sterile hospital walls to the hushed luxury of the Thorne estate still clung to her skin. It had been four days since she opened her eyes in that hospital room, with Damon at her side and truths unraveling like threadbare silk.The doctors had insisted on keeping her for observation, but Damon had pushed: calmly, persuasively, and with the full force of his name. When the discharge finally came, it was under strict orders for rest and no emotional strain. Juliette wasn’t sure the latter was possible. Now, wrapped in a soft robe and seated by the window of the room Damon had personally prepared for her, she looked out at the garden blooming and undisturbed, as if the world hadn’t just tried to swallow her whole. The sunlight warmed her face, but nothing could thaw the questions buried deep in her chest. The phone call still echoed in her ears. "Your mother lied to you." "There

Thorne International still stood, towering and defiant against the skyline – less a monument to dominance now, more a testament to survival. Its mirrored façade, once fractured by betrayal and siege, had been restored. Reinforced but the true reconstruction wasn’t of steel or stone.It was of Damon Thorne.He stepped into the lobby for the first time since the blood-soaked unraveling of his empire. Not cloaked in tailored armor or shadowed by an entourage. No sunglasses. No security.Just him.And Juliette Blackwell beside him.Visible. Unapologetic. Intentional.Juliette lifted her face toward the newly reconstructed skylight. The light caught the faint bruise along her temple, a quiet echo of what they'd almost lost.“Feels different,” she murmured.“It is,” Damon said, his voice lower than usual.“You ready?”“No,” he answered with a tired smile. “But I’ve survived worse without being ready.”The elevator opened with a soft chime. A few employees froze at the sight of them —him. Sho

The ring sat on the desk like a relic of a curse, its once-glorious gold now dulled and darkened, streaked with dried blood and etched with the initials that bound Damon to a legacy of pain.But it wasn’t just the ring that chilled him.It was the note that arrived an hour later.Folded neatly in thick, cream-colored paper, sealed with wax embossed by a crest neither Damon nor Juliette had seen in years, with the seal of the original Thorne-Blackwell covenant. A symbol that once represented unity between two powerful families, now twisted into something corrupted by secrets, betrayal, and death.Damon unfolded the note slowly. Each word carved itself into his spine like a blade dipped in old venom:“The time has come to finish what your father started and I perfected. You carry a name that never belonged to you; one written in stolen blood. If you want answers, bring the ring. Come alone. Midnight. - The mausoleum. — A.S.”“A.S”. The initials cracked the silence like a lightning strik

Rain fell in mournful sheets over the ancient grounds, soaking the earth like a final baptism for generations steeped in blood and betrayal.At the heart of the forgotten temple deep within the hills of Corvina, once a sacred ground, now hollowed by silence and time - Juliette stood at the altar.Drenched, motionless, her soaked clothes clung to her skin as thunder echoed across the broken sky. The wind screamed through crumbling arches like the wail of a thousand ghosts.Beside her, Damon stood: silent, bruised, blood seeping from a gash at his temple. They had survived the unthinkable. Together, they had faced betrayal, war, and near-death. But this moment, this decision cut deeper than any blade.Before them loomed the Last Oathkeeper.His ceremonial crimson robes shimmered with rain, his gaunt face pale as bone. Eyes like dark glass stared through time itself. His voice, when it came, cracked like the sky:“Only one may fall, and the oath shall be undone,” he intoned, each word soa

Time passed in subtle shades of silence.Juliette had settled in a quiet coastal town, tucked far enough from the city to feel like another world. Her cottage - whitewashed with blue shutters sat at the edge of a weathered cliff, the sea stretching endlessly below. The wind carried the scent of salt and wildflowers, brushing through the curtains like a ghost that never quite left.The mornings were slow. The nights were still.And the dreams were constant.At first, they came like shadows: soft, fleeting impressions of a man whose face she couldn’t place but whose presence stirred something deep within her. A warmth that pulled at the hollow in her chest. A voice that echoed through her bones.“Find me. You always do.”She would wake with tears on her cheeks and no words to explain them.—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Juliette kept a journal.At her therapist’s suggestion, the blank pages became a map of her wande