All Chapters of His Dead Wife: No Longer the Surrogate Bride: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

The war room remained heavy with silence after Vincent’s final words.He controls the war before it even starts.No one said a word after that.Even Enzo remained silent, not coming up with anything to lighten the atmosphere. Because for the first time since Luca had started his move, the scale of what they were dealing with had finally become visible.It’s not a family war or revenge.Not even power alone.Luca wanted control, movement and fear.Entire systems hidden beneath the surface of society.Dominic stood motionless near the center of the table, eyes fixed on the layered maps while his mind moved rapidly ahead.Planning.Calculating.Adapting.He finally looked toward Helena.“I need a meeting with the generals.” He said in a firm tone.The room shifted immediately as it was not made a request.Helena narrowed her eyes slightly.“You’re serious.” She stated.“Yes, I am.” He replied solemnly as he straightened up. “If the Axis Gate is real, I want every remaining structure mapp

Dominic found them by accident or maybe not entirely by accident.After the meeting ended and the others slowly dispersed into smaller discussions around the monastery, he noticed his mother disappear quietly through one of the side corridors.And without fully understanding why, he followed.Althea remained at the table, assuring Dominic that she’ll be fine as her eyes still stayed on the maps that the generals had shown them.The old monastery remained hushed around him, stone walls carrying faint echoes of distant voices and footsteps.Then finally, he saw them.Seraphina stood near the far end of one of the open archways overlooking the mountains.Esteban Reyes stood across from her.They’re not close enough to touch.Not distant enough to feel like strangers.Dominic understood suddenly and exactly what unfinished things looked like.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The wind moved softly through the corridor, lifting strands of Seraphina’s dark hair while Reyes simply lo

The drive back to the Valtieri estate was silent.The city lights blurred beyond the tinted windows while Aurelio sat across from his father inside the armored vehicle, one hand lazily spinning a knife between his fingers.Watching.Thinking.Luca remained quiet beside the window for most of the ride, his expression unreadable beneath the passing shadows.But Aurelio knew him well enough to recognize the shift.Dominic had unsettled him, not through emotions but strategically.And that alone made the night dangerous.“He touched a nerve.” Aurelio commented, finally breaking the silence.Luca didn’t look at him.“No.”“He absolutely did, dad.” He pointed out.Luca’s eyes remained fixed outside. “Dominic finally stopped reacting like a wounded child.” He answered solemnly. “And started thinking.”That made Aurelio still slightly because in Luca’s world, thinking mattered more than violence always. The vehicle finally turned through the gates of the old Valtieri estate shortly before two

Matteo remained seated long after Aurelio left, the silence inside his room settled thickly around him once more with only the faint sound of the old clock ticking by the fireplace interrupting the atmosphere.Outside, the Valtieri estate still moved like a living machine preparing for war.But Matteo barely noticed it anymore as his attention remained fixed on the file in front of him.Dominic Valtieri.The folder looked deceptively ordinary.Black leather with minimal marking and no official seal.Yet inside the file rested years of observation on his nephew’s behavioral analysis, movement predictions and psychological breakdowns.Not because Matteo feared Dominic. But because Matteo studied people the same way others studied battlefields.Dominic had always fascinated him ever since he was a child.Slowly, Matteo opened the folder again.The first page contained a photograph taken years ago.Dominic younger, perhaps around twenty-one.Standing beside his grandfather, Riccardo durin

The library had become Nicholas’ territory.Over the last several days, the old room slowly transformed around him.Papers now occupied one entire side of the long oak table. Colored pencils sat scattered beside old maps. Several books remained open in untidy piles near the floor where Nicholas had apparently abandoned them mid-thought.And at the center of it all is Nico himself.He is curled sideways in one of the large chairs with his sock-covered feet tucked beneath him while he continued sketching rapidly across another sheet of paper, the tip of his tongue sticking out from time to time when he concentrates too much.Althea watched her son quietly from the opposite side of the room, not interrupting him.She just continued to observed him because she now understood what August had been trying to teach her all along.“You did not suppress minds like Nicholas’.” August’s words came back to her mind. “You guide him, redirect if you must. Nurture him carefully enough that intelligen