Semua Bab His Dead Wife: No Longer the Surrogate Bride: Bab 141 - Bab 150

The estate lights glowed across the long drive, washing the stone façade in warm gold while the outer perimeter remained wrapped in shadow. Patrol teams rotated quietly through the grounds, their movements precise, practiced. After years of tension around the Valtieri name, Blackstone had become something close to a fortress.Inside the house, the war room had finally dimmed. Most of the men had dispersed to different wings to rest or continue their work remotely.Dominic had retreated to his study again.It has been a week since he talked with his mother but the conversation he had with Seraphina still echoed in his mind.If Luca has seen those files…He had not liked the uncertainty in her voice.Dominic stood by the window once more, staring out toward the gates, replaying every detail of the call. Something had felt off as he knew his mother rarely sounded unsettled.A soft knock came at the door.Enzo stepped in.“Perimeter check just came back clean, Dom.” He said patiently. “No

The red light above the operating room had been on for nearly three hours.No one said it out loud, but everyone understood what was happening behind those doors. Seraphina Valtieri was not just Dominic’s mother.She was also one of the last living witnesses to the old order Alessandro had built. If she died, Luca would gain more than an advantage. He would erase another piece of the past.Dominic’s unexpected ally.Heading out from his study with Sebastian, Dominic stood outside the medical wing with his arms crossed, staring at the door.Sebastian leaned against the far wall.Michael sat in one of the chairs near the corridor, elbows on his knees, his eyes remaining on the screen of the tablet he is holding. Ulysees was beside him, who is glancing at the screen from time to time.Antonio had not moved from his place by the window for nearly an hour.No one tried to distract Dominic.The tension finally broke when the surgical doors opened and the red light finally turned off.Helena

Seraphina remained in the medical wing, her body resting under the induced coma Althea had carefully placed her in to allow the healing to take hold.Helena had let the head nurse take over monitoring duties for the moment around lunchtime, allowing Althea and herself a rare pause after the exhausting night.For the first time since the attack, the house felt almost normal.Dominic stood near the wide windows of the sitting room overlooking the gardens. Sunlight spilled across the polished floors, soft and warm in contrast to the tension that had filled the house the night before.Beside him, Althea watched Nicholas from across the room.The boy sat cross-legged on the carpet, flipping through his dinosaur book while his plush toy rested beside him. He looked perfectly ordinary. Four years old, curious, humming quietly to himself as he traced the outline of a stegosaurus with his finger.Yet now that she had read the files, nothing about that innocence felt simple anymore.Dominic fel

The medical wing was quieter than the rest of the house as it always was.The hum of machines replaced conversation, the steady rhythm of monitored breathing standing in for the chaos that usually followed them. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, softened by sheer curtains, casting a pale glow across the polished floors.Nurses come and go, monitoring the lone patient, Seraphina, making sure that they administer the medicine at the time given. From time to time, her guards would check on her, their loyalty plainly obvious as well as their concern.Nicholas sat cross-legged on one of the low tables near the far wall.Where Seraphina is.Every single one of his dinosaurs were all there.Tyrannosaurus. Triceratops. Velociraptors. A stegosaurus missing one plate. Even the long-necked brachiosaurus he insisted was “the oldest one, so he gets to decide things.”He carefully arranged them in two uneven lines facing each other.Then he leaned forward, completely immersed.“The river

The war room doors closed with a quiet thud as Dominic entered.The room looks plain. No decorations, no unnecessary furniture.It only contains a central table where maps and intelligence gathered, and the walls lined with screens that could display the world’s chaos at a moment’s notice.Tonight, the room felt heavier.Sebastian Ardent stood at the center of the table.Even after years of hiding, the man carried the same quiet authority that had once made him Alessandro Valtieri’s most trusted strategist. When he called a meeting, people came.Dominic stepped inside first.And beside him, is Nicholas.The boy held Dominic’s hand tightly, his other hand gripping the familiar green triceratops that had become his constant companion. He was also holding the wooden knight piece.Dominic had tried to leave him upstairs.Nicholas had refused.“You promised you wouldn’t leave!” The boy had said, his voice small but stubborn.So, Dominic had brought him along.Around the table, the others w