All Chapters of His Dead Wife: No Longer the Surrogate Bride: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Althea didn’t stop moving.The moment she dropped the receiver, the silence of the war room shattered behind her as she pushed through the doors and into the corridor, her pace breaking into a run.Not controlled.Not measured.Urgent.Her footsteps echoed sharply against marble and stone, each stride fueled by the certainty clawing at her chest.They’re coming.Guards stationed along the hallway straightened the moment they saw her, tension snapping through their posture at the unmistakable urgency in her movement.“Doctor—?!”“Alert your supervisor.” She threw over her shoulder without slowing. “Now.”The guard didn’t hesitate. His hand went to his radio immediately, voice low but firm as he relayed the message.Something was wrong.Everyone could feel it.Althea turned sharply toward the medical wing, pushing the door open harder than she intended.“Helena—”er voice came out heavier than she expected.Helena turned instantly, already reading the situation from Althea’s expression

The chapel was older than Blackstone.Older than the wars.Older than the names that carried power through blood and violence.Now, it held them.The heavy wooden doors had sealed shut behind them, the bar dropped into place with a finality that echoed louder than the chaos outside.For a moment, Althea looked around, making sure all are accounted for.No one spoke.They just breathed, holding on to each other for comfort.Althea stood near the center aisle, her chest rising and falling as she forced her body to settle. She breathed in deeply, recalibrating herself from the rush of movement, the sprint through darkness, the narrow escape that still hadn’t fully registered.Nicholas clung to Helena, quiet but alert, his small fingers gripping tightly as if letting go would break something he couldn’t name.Seraphina moved first, composed and calculating as always.She walked toward the altar, her eyes scanning the structure, the walls, the subtle cracks and carvings that didn’t look li

The door had barely settled back into place when the weight of the war returned.The chapel held its breath again.Althea stood where she had frozen, the gun still raised for a fraction too long before her fingers finally loosened around it. The tremor didn’t show in her hands as she lowered her hand but she felt it deeply.Barely contained.“Michael—.” She started.He was already moving.Always moving.His eyes swept the room in one pass, counting, remembering the faces, numbers, positions, calculating, confirming that belong to Blackstone.“Close the inner latch.” He ordered over his shoulder.Two men stepped in immediately, reinforcing the door, checking the bar, securing every point Alessandro had designed into it.Only then did Michael look back at her.“We’re not yet clear.”The words didn’t surprise her but still landed well.“Where’s Dominic?” She managed asked.It came out faster than she intended.Michael didn’t look away.“He’s still outside.” He answered and then looked at

The pressure shifted and Michael’s head suddenly snapped toward the door.“That’s not them.” He called out.Seraphina’s eyes sharpened.“No.” She answered a few seconds after as she looked to where he is facing. “That’s him.”Outside, the war seemed changed.Inside, the group felt it though it was not relief but they could something sharper inside of themselves.Hope.But wrapped in violence.The men at the breach faltered slightly.Just enough.Michael saw it.“Push!” He ordered hardly as he helped the guards surged forward to reclaim their space, driving the enemies back. “Harder!”Althea didn’t lower the gun because she knew that it’s still not over.It was just beginning.And Dominic, she knew is coming for them.The next explosion didn’t come from the walls but from outside.However, it’s closer and sharper.The entire chapel trembled at the impact and there were a few screams including of Nicholas. It was not violent, but enough to shift the air, to rattle the old wood, to send

The war room filled again and Dominic pushed Althea towards one chair, telling her to rest while they are waiting for the rest to enter the room.Dominic nodded as one guard handed him the documents. He looked down at the sheets quietly for a while as they wait.He briefly glanced at Althea and could see her assessing him with her eyes intently, gauging the injuries he got.“I’m alright, Thea.” He said gently and she flushed when she realized that he caught her checking him. “Helena also handed Nico to Mimi and your parents so she can treat all the injuries.”Althea nodded.“Ulysees needed stitches.” She said quietly. “I’m sure he won’t be joining us here.”Roberto let out a chuckle as he sat down on one chair to her right. “You don’t know Uly like we do, Thea.” He answered as he leaned back. “He’s not going to sit the next one out.”“He’s injured!” She insisted.“His pride will likely be more injured if he sits this one out.” Vincent explained, entering the room with a bandage over h