The wife he never wanted 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

The warehouse air was thick with rust and tension.Lucas stepped inside slowly, hands visible, eyes scanning everything in one sweep — exits, shadows, elevated walkways.Adrian stood near the center of the room.Amara was tied to a metal chair behind him.Relief hit Lucas first.She was alive.Then came the fury.“You came alone,” Adrian said, almost impressed.“You asked me to.”Lucas’s voice was calm. Too calm.Amara shook her head slightly, a silent warning.It was a trap.Of course it was.“You see,” Adrian continued, “this is what makes you predictable. You act untouchable, but you move exactly where your heart leads you.”Lucas ignored him.“Let her go.”Adrian smiled faintly. “That’s not how this works.”He pulled out a gun.Not dramatic. Not rushed.Just inevitable.The metallic click echoed loudly in the empty space.Amara’s breath hitched.Lucas didn’t flinch.“If you wanted me dead,” Lucas said quietly, “you would’ve done it already.”Adrian tilted his head. “You think this

The boardroom was colder than usual.Or maybe it just felt that way.Lucas entered slowly, ignoring the dull ache in his side. The bandage beneath his suit pulled slightly with every step, but he didn’t show it.Weakness was currency.And he never spent recklessly.Amara walked beside him.Not behind.Not distant.Beside him.Board members watched them carefully. Whispers faded into silence as Lucas took his seat at the head of the table.And then—Daniel Reeves stood.Perfect suit. Calm expression. Controlled confidence.“Before we begin,” Daniel said smoothly, “I’d like to address recent instability within Harrington Global.”Lucas didn’t blink.“Go ahead.”Daniel nodded, almost respectfully.“The attempted murder incident involving Mr. Harrington has understandably shaken shareholder confidence. Stock prices have dipped three percent. Investors are nervous.”Murmurs spread around the table.Amara noticed something chilling.No one looked surprised.Daniel continued, “While we sympat

Amara didn’t cry.Not in the hospital corridor.Not when Lucas told her she might need to leave.Not even when she stood alone in the dim guest room of the Harrington estate later that night.But something inside her shifted.Lucas thought distance would protect her.He thought sending her away would end this.He still didn’t understand.Daniel wasn’t targeting her because she was vulnerable.He was targeting her because she mattered.And Amara was done being moved like a chess piece.The next morning, Lucas woke to an empty bed.Her side was cold.For one terrifying second, he thought—She left.But then he heard voices downstairs.Sharp. Controlled.Professional.Lucas dressed quickly despite the pull in his side and walked toward the conference room.The doors were open.Inside, Daniel Reeves stood across from Amara.Marcus and security were positioned near the walls.Lucas stopped.He hadn’t authorized this meeting.Amara hadn’t told him.And yet—She looked completely calm.Daniel

The penthouse was dark except for the glow of multiple monitors. Lucas sat in front of them, bandaged side pressed against the chair, jaw set tight. The hospital incident had changed everything. Daniel Reeves wasn’t just targeting him—he was targeting Amara, his family, his life.Amara stood behind him, calm but alert. “What’s the plan?”Lucas didn’t answer immediately. He studied the screens. Surveillance from the hospital, financial feeds, Daniel’s known associates. Every piece was a puzzle. Every piece a weapon if used correctly.“We go where it hurts,” Lucas said finally. His voice was low, deliberate. “Daniel is patient, but he’s arrogant. He underestimates how quickly we can react when he pushes too far.”Amara’s brow furrowed. “You mean… strike back?”He turned to her, eyes sharp. “Not strike blindly. Strike precisely. He left a trail after the hospital breach. Every transfer, every shell company, every proxy he uses. We trace them. We expose them. And we hit where it destabiliz

Lucas Harrington sat in the Harrington estate command center, the soft glow of monitors reflecting off his sharp features. Amara stood beside him, arms crossed, eyes steady. The first strike at the hospital had been Daniel Reeves’ move, testing, probing, measuring fear. Lucas had watched, learned, and waited.Now it was time to respond.Marcus and the security team were in position, screens showing Daniel’s network in real time. Offshore accounts, shell companies, and proxy operatives—all vulnerable now. Lucas’s mind moved faster than the feeds in front of him. Every decision calculated, precise. There was no margin for error.He turned to Amara. “Everything we know about Reeves, every weakness, every habit—this is our window. We exploit it. We hit his empire and his ego simultaneously.”Amara nodded. “And if he anticipates this?”Lucas allowed a faint, grim smile. “He won’t. He never expects direct, personalized retaliation. He’s arrogant. Patient—but predictable.”Two hours later, th