All Chapters of His Dead Wife: No Longer the Surrogate Bride: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The estate lights were still burning despite the late hour, casting long, pale beams across the drive as the vehicles rolled in one by one. The gates closed behind them with a heavy metallic finality.Dominic stepped out first the moment the engines of the cars were cut.He looked down and saw blood streaked across his shirt, drying dark against the fabric. His knuckles were split.A thin line of red traced from beneath his collar toward his shoulder.Sebastian remained a step behind him, unreadable as always.Dominic heard Antonio muttered something to Roberto about casualty counts. Enzo was already speaking into comms, relaying instructions for perimeter shifts.He saw Althea at the top of the steps and what is happening behind him did not matter.She had been waiting and the moment she saw his condition, her expression snapped.Her face filled with fury instead of fear and panic.“Time for us to leave.” Vincent said in a low voice that made Dominic looked back at them and gave them

The medical wing had quieted but it had not fully settled.The earlier urgency had faded into something steadier, the kind of low tension that lingered after blood had been cleaned and wounds had been stitched but the war itself was still very much alive.Soft light washed across the sterile counters. The faint smell of antiseptic lingered in the air.Helena and Michael had stepped back inside after checking the corridor. They now stood near the far counter speaking in low, measured tones with Sebastian. A projection of the southern financial routes flickered faintly against the wall, shifting lines and numbers reflecting the quiet battlefield Luca had moved into after retreating.Antonio stood near the doorway with his arms crossed, listening without interrupting. His expression carried the calm patience of a man who had spent decades waiting for the right moment before acting.Vincent and Roberto were leaning slightly over the counter beside Enzo and Ulysees, speaking in hushed voic

The war room was alive again the following day with Blackstone returning to its operational rhythm.Maps covered the central table, showing the coastal routes, financial channels, transport grids, satellite overlays. Screens flickered with surveillance feeds and data streams.Voices moved in controlled cadence as plans were revised and contingencies were drafted.Dominic stood at the head of the table, one hand resting lightly on the edge as Sebastian explained the latest developments while looking over the images in front of them.“We all know that Luca will not strike immediately again.” Sebastian said calmly. “He’s going to recalibrate first. He’s studying the variables we introduced.”Antonio leaned back in his chair.“You mean you coming back from the dead.” He said with a grin.Sebastian gave a small shrug.“Among other things.”Michael tapped a tablet screen, projecting three possible logistics corridors onto the wall.“If he hits again, it will likely be through these routes.”

The earlier energy of strategy and movement had settled into something heavier and something more contemplative. Maps still glowed faintly across the table, and the chess knight where Nicholas had placed earlier was replaced by a glass paper weight where Dominic had moved it.Dominic stood near the head of the table, his hands resting lightly against its surface. His gaze had not left the glass piece since Sebastian’s explanation.For years, he had mostly believed his life had unfolded by chance.Meeting Althea.Loving her.Building a life together.But now the past had shifted slightly beneath his feet. He suddenly recalled that time he received a call as his relationship with Althea had turned into three years.Could Papa had been a part of it before? He thought calmly.Alessandro had seen something long before Dominic had.Not a forced future but a possibility that was immediately calculated.Sebastian watched Dominic carefully, knowing the weight of the revelation was still settli

The Blackstone medical wing was previously just a private recovery suite when one arrives from the hospital. But now it had slowly transformed into something closer to a compact surgical center.Stainless steel counters had replaced antique cabinets, additional monitors had been installed along the walls, and a sealed surgical theater now occupied the center of the wing.It had all happened quietly in the weeks after the first attack.Althea had insisted on it when Dominic prevented her from going to the Devereaux Medical Complex to continue her work. If she was going to continue saving lives, she would have to do her surgeries inside the safest place Dominic could give her.Blackstone had become that place.Patients arrived under strict security, escorted through controlled entrances. Every corridor was monitored, every movement logged.Michael handled the security flow.Helena had handled the medical operations after vetting all credentials and screening the medical situation.And A