Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Unwanted Wife Returned as a Boss: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The ballroom of the Pierre Hotel was a sea of black ties and shimmering diamonds. Every influential figure in New York was present to witness the official merger of Thorne Enterprises and V-Tech. But everyone knew the real draw was the drama: the disgraced King, the vengeful Queen, and the loyal Knight.Julian stood in the wings of the stage, tugging at his collar. He had worn a thousand tuxedos, but this one felt like a straitjacket. He wasn't the host tonight; he was the guest of a woman who held his heart in her hands."You look like you're heading to the gallows, Thorne," Logan said, appearing beside him. Logan looked flawless, but there was a sharp, jagged edge to his smile that Julian hadn't noticed before."I'm just waiting for my cue," Julian replied evenly. "Thank you for looking after her tonight, Logan. Truly."Logan stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, venomous hiss. "Enjoy your five minutes of stage time, Julian. Because once the papers are signed tonight, Clara w

Two Years Later.The sound of high-pitched giggling echoed through the marble hallways of the Thorne-Vance estate. A tiny blur of blonde curls and a smudge of chocolate on her cheek bolted past the library door."Hope! Come back here! That’s a limited edition first print!" Julian shouted, though his voice was laced with more laughter than authority.He caught her just before she could tackle a centuries-old globe. He hoisted the two-year-old onto his hip, blowing a raspberry on her neck that made her shriek with delight. Julian looked different now. The sharp, predatory edge of the CEO was gone, replaced by a man who knew exactly how to negotiate with a toddler over naptime."Julian? Why is our daughter covered in Godiva?"Clara stood in the doorway. She looked more stunning than ever—motherhood had added a softness to her features, but her eyes were still the sharp, intelligent windows to the "Queen of Tech." She was dressed in a sleek power suit, ready for the board meeting that wou

The red dot on Julian’s chest was a steady, lethal eye. In the pitch-black library, the only other light came from the dying embers of the fireplace, casting orange shadows over Silas Vance’s cold, triumphant face."Julian, don't move!" Clara’s voice was a frantic plea. She reached out, her fingers catching the fabric of his sleeve."It’s a long drop from the balcony of the Dolder Grand, Julian," Silas whispered, leaning back into his chair. "And I’ve spent thirty years perfecting the art of the 'unfortunate accident.' Sign the digital transfer. Save your life. Maybe, if I’m feeling generous, I’ll let you visit my granddaughter on holidays."Julian didn't look at the laser. He looked at Clara. In the dim light, he saw the shattering of her soul—the realization that the father she had mourned was the monster who had engineered her misery."Clara," Julian said, his voice eerily calm. "Do you remember the night I told you that V-Tech had a backdoor code? The 'Phoenix' sequence?"Clara bl

The private hangar was a blur of motion. Julian didn't wait for the stairs to fully extend; he jumped the last four feet to the tarmac, his boots hitting the ground with a dull thud."Julian! Take the encrypted comms!" Clara shouted, tossing him a sleek earpiece. She was already being whisked toward a secondary vehicle—her "Mobile Command Center.""I'll be in your ear the whole time," she promised, her face a mask of iron-willed determination. "If a single sensor trips, I’ll know before they do."Julian nodded, his eyes devoid of anything but the mission. He didn't take a limo. He took a matte-black motorcycle, weaving through the midnight traffic of New York like a shadow. He didn't head for the front gates of the Thorne-Vance estate, where Silas’s "hired" cops were stationed.He headed for the woods, two miles east.The entrance to the coal tunnels was a relic of the 19th century, hidden beneath a rotted gardener’s shed. Julian pried open the rusted grate, the smell of damp earth an

The ruins of the Vance estate smoldered under a gray New York sky. What was once a monument to Silas Vance’s greed was now a jagged skeleton of blackened stone and melted glass.Julian stood at the edge of the police cordon, his arm in a sling and a fresh bandage across his cheek. He wasn't looking at the debris. He was looking at the coroner’s van as it pulled away."They found Silas," Clara said, appearing at his side. She was dressed in a simple black trench coat, her eyes hidden behind dark lenses. "DNA confirmation will take forty-eight hours, but they found his signet ring in the nursery remains.""And Logan?" Julian asked, his voice low.Clara’s hand trembled slightly as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Nothing. The fire department says the temperature in the east wing was high enough to… to leave nothing behind. They’re classifying him as missing, presumed dead."Julian looked back at the ruins. He didn't say it aloud, but he didn't believe Logan was dead. A ma