All Chapters of His Dead Wife: No Longer the Surrogate Bride: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The war room had been stripped down.All screens and terminal have been moved out from the night before. Instead of glowing maps and data streams, the walls now have maps, lists replaced instead.Everything that once defined control through technology had been deliberately removed because Luca’s system had proven something that anything could be traced and could be used.So now, they returned to something older.Safer.But, deadlier in its own way.Paper.Ink.Memory.Instinct.The long table at the center of the room was covered in documents, maps pinned and layered, strings drawn between locations, handwritten notes scrawled in precise but urgent strokes. The ledger Dominic had brought sat at the center like the heart of it all.Dominic stood at the head of the table.August leaned over one side, sleeves rolled, scanning through names again, not casually, but with the weight of recognition pressing behind every glance.Sebastian stood opposite him, marking intersections across a lar

The team departed quietly in the evening without any announcements or any unnecessary movement.Just four men stepping into the dark before dawn because anything louder than that would have felt like a mistake.Dominic stood beside the vehicle, already composed, already decided. He looked behind at Blackstone, still awake, guarded and sealed. He nodded at Sebastian, who stood by, watching them ready to leave.He did not tell Althea.He felt himself lucky because when he checked for her whereabouts in the medical wing, he was informed that she’s inside the Operations Room, mid-procedure, saving a life while the rest of them moved toward something that might unravel another.Dominic had made the call.They couldn’t risk leaving Blackstone exposed.Dominic.Enzo.Vincent.Ulysses.No more.No less.“Keep safe, Dom.” Michael said.The drive stretched long and quiet for the next three hours.No radios.No signals.Just the sound of the engine and the weight of what waited at the end of it.

The return to Blackstone was not quiet especially with what they uncovered and are bringing back.Dominic silently looked out the window, his mind thinking of all the scenarios that will happen the following day once Althea wakes up and discover her parents are alive.The gates opened without delay with the guards already alerted the moment Dominic’s vehicle entered the perimeter. Every movement was controlled, every eye watchful because nothing about this night felt routine anymore.“What’s going on?” Enzo asked, looking at Dominic from the rearview mirror.The house was still awake.Lights burned where they shouldn’t and voices carried farther than usual.Dominic felt tension before he even stepped out of the car. He kept his expression unchanged during the drive despite uncovering the truth and Vincent confirming it.Not even when the weight of what this would do to Althea finally settled in his mind.But now, as he went up the entrance, he could already feel it and he knew deep do

Dominic did not sleep.The night dragged itself into morning, but for him, time never really moved.He remained in the lower hall, the dim lights casting long shadows across the floor, the silence pressing in from every direction.Blackstone was secure, the house settling after the ordeal that happened.Althea, still in shock, was with her parents.Nicholas is still asleep and still heavily guarded.Everything has been contained except for Dominic.He stood by the window now, staring out at nothing, his mind threading through everything that had been revealed. Not as fragments anymore but as something whole.A design.A long one.Too long.Alessandro Valtieri, his father, had been dead for nearly twenty years.And yet, he’s still seemed to be with them, still deciding, still shaping outcomes.Dominic’s jaw tightened.“That doesn’t make sense.” He muttered under his breath.But it did.That was the problem.Footsteps echoed softly behind him.Seraphina.He didn’t turn right away.“You

The door closed behind Althea with a soft, deliberate click.No one followed her or tried to stop her.And somehow, that made everything heavier.Her office welcomed her the way it always did. It was quiet, sterile, untouched by the chaos unraveling beyond its walls.The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, clean and controlled, a world where things made sense. A place where she feels safe and whole.Where outcomes could be measured, where lives could still be saved.Not like this.Althea stood in the center of the room, unmoving. Her hands hung loosely at her sides, but tension lived in every finger, every muscle. Like something inside her was coiling tighter, waiting for release.Alive.The word echoed again.Her parents were alive.She should have felt relief, much more felt joy.She knew that she should have run back to them, held them again, let herself believe she had gotten something