All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The headlines hit like a hurricane.DAMON THORNE’S DARK PAST EXPOSED: CONNECTION TO FINANCIAL FRAUD UNCOVEREDThe article was accompanied by a grainy image of a younger Damon, barely twenty-one, exiting a courthouse in handcuffs. Though the charges had been dropped, the damage to his reputation carefully rebuilt over the years was instant and devastating.Damon stared at the screen in his private office, jaw locked, eyes unreadable. The room was still, save for the gentle hum of his computer. But inside, a war raged.Juliette stood by the doorway, holding the physical paper, her hands trembling slightly. The ink smudged onto her fingers, but she didn’t care.“Is it true?” she asked softly, her voice tight with disbelief.He turned to her, his usual confidence stripped away.“I never thought it would come back,” he said. “It was sealed. Buried. It was a setup by my father’s enemies, Celeste was just a teenager then, but somehow, someone kept it alive.”Juliette stepped forward, her hea

The soft hum of the security system echoed through Damon’s penthouse, but it offered no comfort. He checked the perimeter logs again. Every door had been reinforced, every feed encrypted. Facial recognition. Pressure sensors. Round-the-clock patrols.Still, it didn’t feel like enough.Juliette stood in the hallway, Mason clinging to her hip. The boy hadn’t said much since that morning. Not since the photo—the one with Juliette’s figure circled in red ink.The silent threat haunted them all.“You’re not going to work today”, Damon said without turning around.Juliette folded her arms. “That boutique is everything I’ve built. I’m not going to just hide”.He finally looked at her, his eyes red from a night with no rest. “You’re not hiding. You’re surviving. There’s a difference”.She stepped closer, her voice calm but firm. “And Mason? What do we tell him? That his life stop too? That he can’t go to school? Can’t see his friends?”Damon’s jaw tensed. “He’s already moved to a new school.

Juliette stared at her reflection in the gilded mirror, barely recognizing the woman who looked back at her. Her hair was pinned in soft waves, her emerald gown hugged her frame with quiet elegance, and her makeup—flawless, sophisticated; turned her into someone who belonged in Celeste’s glittering world.But her heart thundered beneath the surface.She wasn’t just attending a party.She was infiltrating an enemy’s fortress.The invitation had come through a long-abandoned connection of Evelyn’s, someone who now believed Juliette was “Emily Wessex”, a discreet heiress from London interested in funding philanthropic projects. The cover was flawless. Damon had argued against it fiercely but Juliette refused to stay behind anymore.After what Celeste had done - endangering Mason, gutting Damon’s company, poisoning the public narrative - Juliette wouldn’t watch from the sidelines.Not again.The private event was hosted in a cliff-side villa just outside the city, guarded by Celeste’s pers

The cold wind hadn’t touched the city yet, but inside Damon’s war room, winter had arrived.A wall of screens flickered. Maps. Security feeds. Blinking trackers.At the center of it all, Damon Thorne stood in silence, his jaw tight, his eyes wild.Mason was missing.Juliette sat nearby, arms wrapped around herself. Her lipstick was smudged. Her blouse wrinkled. Her heart shattered.It had happened fast too fast.A breach in the guesthouse. No alarm. No resistance. Mason’s bed was left empty, his favorite tiger discarded on the rug.Not a kidnapping.A message.“They were inside”, Damon muttered. “This wasn’t a random hit. They knew where the guards would be. Which doors weren’t rigged?”Juliette’s voice cracked. “How? We vetted everyone”.“We missed something”. His voice was pure steel. “Or someone”.------------------------------------------------------------------------One hour laterThe decrypted footage from the estate’s perimeter showed a figure slipping through the south hedges

The dawn filtered through the shattered windows of the safehouse like a warning light, streaking blood-red across the floor. Glass glittered like ice around them. The panic room's steel door stood open now, a testament to the night they had survived.But no one was breathing easily.Juliette paced in the small den, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her lips were dry, her heart a storm of grief and disbelief. Nicholas Hawthorne. The name rang in her ears like a bell tolling doom.Damon sat with his elbows on his knees, fingers laced, head bowed in silence. Mason was upstairs, sedated by the private medic Damon had flown in hours earlier. Safe, for now.Ryder stood near the door, flanked by two more guards, his voice low as he reported into a secure line.“He’s the most dangerous man alive”, Juliette whispered finally. “And now… you’re telling me he might be my son’s biological father?”Damon lifted his head. His eyes were weary, but steel lurked behind the storm. “Mason is our son. I