Todos os capítulos de His Dead Wife: No Longer the Surrogate Bride: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

This chapter contains sexual content. Please read with caution.“I need this, Dom.” She murmured against him.It was not an explanation but more of the truth and Dominic didn’t question it.He understood because he needed it too.Not to escape but to feel some grounding and connection.Proof that they were still here, still choosing each other in the middle of everything that tried to tear them apart.Dominic tears her clothes apart, hearing the ripping of the fabric while Althea pulled his shirt open, the buttons clattering on the floor. He unfastened her bra and pushed down her silk panties, the same way she is pushing down his pants.Althea wrapped her hands around his neck, pressing her naked body to his chest and brought his head down, biting at his lower lip greedily.“F8ck me, Dom.” She whispered intently. “I don’t want slow. I want to feel you.”He lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around him. Her one hand stayed around his neck while the other cupped his face a

Morning didn’t arrive immediately, creeping slowly with the light filtering through the gaps from the board up windows, touching the edges of the room that carried the quiet aftermath of the night before.The bed was a mess.Sheets twisted and half-drawn, pillows displaced, the fabric marked by the restless, urgent way they had held onto each other. It wasn’t careless.It was evidence of their need and release.Of their survival.Althea stirred first, aware that morning has arrived.Her body felt heavy, limbs slow, the kind of weight that came not from exhaustion alone but from being completely spent in a way that left nothing held back.She shifted slightly and felt him.Dominic was already awake.He’s already sitting up beside her, his back resting against the headboard, one hand dragging slowly through his hair as if grounding himself in the quiet.He looked different in the morning.Not softer.But less guarded.Althea watched him for a moment before speaking.“You didn’t sleep.”

The surgical lights dimmed behind her as Althea stepped out of the medical wing hallway.For a moment, she just stood there and breathing calmly.She let the sterile air settle against her skin, washing away the intensity of the procedure, the razor-sharp focus that had consumed her for hours.The patient was stable and alive.A miracle, some would say.But to her, it’s always control, precision and choice.She moved toward the wash area, and washed her hands again slowly, methodically, watching the faint traces of the operation disappear under running water.Tension from the operation being rinsed away.But not all of it because she that beyond the walls of the medical wing, the war still lingered.Althea dried her hands and walked down the hallway.She didn’t return to her room nor didn’t go to where Dominic is.She turned toward another wing.August.The door was half open when she arrived.She didn’t knock as she didn’t need to because the voices inside carried enough.“For the la

Dominic’s gaze hardened as he looked down at the intersecting lines on the table, the ink no longer just marks, but movement, intention, consequence.“Or it could be both.” He said in a low, controlled voice.The words settled and silence followed inside the room.Not empty.Not uncertain.Heavy.Deliberate.Seraphina stepped forward, her presence cutting cleanly through the tension. Years within the Valtieri world had carved something unshakable into her.She didn’t react to silence, she used it.Her voice dropped, quieter now, but sharper.“Has Luca sent feelers?”The question shifted the room.They all knew that feelers aren’t attacks.They weren’t confrontations.They were something worse.Quiet moves.Testing lines.Probing loyalty.Sebastian nodded slightly, his expression tightening.“Yes.” He answered calmly. “We’ve been getting updates since last night.”Dominic didn’t move nor shown any reaction. His focus simply sharpened.“Where?”Sebastian glanced briefly at Vincent, a si

The halls of Blackstone had quieted again by the time Althea left the war room.Since last night, peace was no longer present along the halls.Just quieter.The kind of silence that followed after too many decisions had been made and too many people were already moving behind them.Guards remained stationed at every major corridor now, more alert than before, their hands closer to their weapons, their eyes tracking every movement with sharpened instinct.The estate had changed overnight and so had everyone inside of it.Althea walked slowly this time.Not because she was tired though she was inside.But because her mind was still moving and connecting. She still keeps on replaying the maps, the networks, the intersecting structures Alessandro had left behind.And beneath all of that, Nicholas.Her chest tightened slightly at the thought.She hadn’t seen him since breakfast.After everything that happened last night, the gunfire, the fear, she needed to see him.She needed to make sure