All Chapters of His Dead Wife: No Longer the Surrogate Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dominic Valtieri entered his office just as the sun cut through the high-rise blinds, slicing thin bands of gold across his polished desk. The city below hummed with its usual rhythm, but up here, in his corner office on the forty-third floor of the Valtieri Tower, the world felt heavy, charged, and anticipating.And then he saw it.A thick black folder sat neatly in the center of his desk, the sort of weighty folder that carried decisions, consequences, and secrets. There are no notes on top, signifying the sender’s intent won’t dwell on pleasantries.Enzo.It was the day following the medical launch of the AURELIA System. The day his world cracked when he saw his dead wife, walking with an unbreakable aura, her face filled with confidence and bending to nobody.His bodyguard, who is also his childhood friend always had his way of gathering what was needed when he wants it. Information, proof, leverage, he names it, Enzo will procure it. Looking at the folder, Dominic had the sinking

Dominic had been in countless conference rooms, but none felt as suffocating as the one he walked into that morning despite being there so many times. Before entering, he nodded at Enzo discreetly and his bodyguard immediately stationed himself by the door.The Valtieri Board Hall was carved from old money and older blood, marble floors, a twelve-seat obsidian table, and portraits of dead Valtieri men who stared down like silent judges on one side of the wall. The air itself hummed with tension.Everyone was already waiting. The moment he entered, all eyes stared at him.Hard.His uncle, Luca Valtieri, the highest elder is a stern, immovable, and colder than the stone lions guarding the estate type of person. He sat at the head. His fingers tapped once on the table with a cold look in his eyes, a signal that Dominic was late, even though he wasn’t.Matteo Valtieri, quiet and ageless, leaned back with hands folded over his chest. Eyes like smoked glass, observing, absorbing, never miss

Dominic slammed the heavy door of the Valtieri meeting room behind him, the metal rattling against its frame as his boots hit the marble with clipped, lethal precision. His blood was still boiling. He is livid, feeling his pulses through every muscle. Yet his expression remained carved from stone.The shouting, the accusations, the damned arrogance of his f8cking relatives. It all blurred into white noise. What didn’t blur was the image of Althea.Her wide eyes.Her broken voice.Her fear.That fear was what fueled every step.Enzo trailed a few paces behind him, tension coiled tight in his shoulders. He said nothing for a while, as they cut across the hallway and entered Dominic’s office. The moment the door clicked shut, Enzo moved instinctively, placing himself in Dominic’s line of sight, standing like the soldier he was, an anchor, a reminder, a warning.Dominic marched to the bar at one side of his office and grabbed the decanter. His hand was steady. Much too steady for the stor

The university campus buzzed with students rushing between lectures and libraries for five days a week. Those who know each other would stop and talk along the hallways, invite each other to eat at the cafeteria, or sit by the fields, etc.However, there is one presence that didn’t go unnoticed and had started to prick the curiosity of the students.Dominic Valtieri.He had been appearing more frequently, slipping past the faculty offices and seminar halls with quiet authority.Why is Dominic Valtieri here again?Is he seeing someone from here?He gets more handsome day to day.I wonder who he is seeing. Could it be-?No one knew who he was visiting. To the casual observer, he was simply another dignitary attending the university events, blending seamlessly into the background.But Althea Johnson noticed immediately.She was sitting by the fountain with a medical textbook, thicker than her forearm, and reading it quietly while other students are laughing, sharing stories, eating, and

It had been four months since their first date in Paris. Since the glittering lights reflected in Althea’s eyes as Dominic whispered his first, trembling confession.In the months that followed, the sweetness of that night mellowed into something deeper, easier, rooted in gentle routine. Dates were no longer always champagne and private jets. There were times though that Dominic tried, as he’s used to, to impress Althea. However, she would laugh once he suggests for a spontaneous trip to Europe or get a table at a restaurant with a two-year waitlist.“You’re planning something ridiculous again,” she commented with an amused smile on her face. “You have that look on your face.”It was one Saturday afternoon where she found him scrolling through his phone, expression meticulously hidden — the look he wore when plotting something extravagant.He slid the phone screen down with practiced guilt. “Ridiculous?” He murmured, pretending innocence. “I don’t know what you mean.”“Mm-hmm,” she po