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All Chapters of The Wolfe's Deal : Married My Ex Fiance's Billionaire Enemy : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Seventy One

The morning air was crisp as I watched Leo march toward the heavy oak doors of St. Jude’s. He looked so small in his tailored blazer, but there was a new confidence in his stride that hadn't been there a week ago. He stopped at the entrance, gave me a quick, enthusiastic wave, and disappeared inside.I took a deep breath, a smile lingering on my face as I climbed back into the car. My life had shifted so drastically that I sometimes had to pinch myself to believe it was real. I wasn't just Lena the writer anymore; I was a mother, a wife, and—for the first time the head of my own creative space.When I reached my office, the atmosphere was already buzzing. My secretary, Sarah, met me at the door with a stack of mail and a look of excitement on her face."Good morning, Lena! You have a delivery," she said, nodding toward my private desk.I walked inside and froze. Resting right in the center of the room was a massive, stunning arrangement of white lilies. They were elegant and fragrant

Seventy two

The elevator ride to the top floor of the Thorne building was silent and impossibly fast. I watched the numbers climb, my reflection in the polished chrome doors looking more like a corporate executive than a novelist. I had checked my phone three times before stepping out. No missed calls from Adrian. No texts.The doors slid open, and I was greeted not by a marble fortress like Adrian’s, but by a world of glass and light. Nathan’s headquarters felt like the future open floor plans, living walls of moss and ferns, and young, energetic staff moving with a sense of purpose that felt electric. It was the total opposite of the Wolfe empire’s heavy, traditional power."Mrs. Wolfe! Right this way," a young assistant said, her smile bright as she led me toward a corner office that seemed to float over the city.Nathan was standing by a glass table, looking over a series of digital mock-ups. When he saw me, he didn't just offer a polite nod; he walked over and took my hand, his grip warm and

Seventy Three

The elevator ride down from Nathan’s office felt like a descent from another planet. Behind me, Nathan had been all smiles, shaking my hand and telling me the "door was always open." In front of me was the reality of the Wolfe mansion and a husband who sounded like he was ready to freeze the world over.I didn't rush. A part of me a stubborn, defiant part refused to run home like a child who had missed curfew. I took my time, driving through the evening traffic, my mind replaying Nathan’s words about "power" and "independence."By the time I pulled into the driveway, the sun had long since dipped below the horizon. The mansion sat like a dark silhouette against the purple sky. Usually, the foyer was bright, welcoming me home, but tonight, only the dim amber glow of the security lights touched the marble.I walked inside, the click of my heels echoing too loudly. "Adrian?"Silence.I moved toward the study, the heavy oak doors slightly ajar. I pushed them open and stopped. The room was

Seventy Four

The silence of the mansion the next morning was heavier than any storm. I had barely slept, my mind replaying our argument like a broken record, the sound of Adrian’s hand hitting the desk still echoing in my ears. When the alarm went off, I stayed on my side of the bed, staring at the empty space between us. Adrian was already gone.I dressed in a simple, sharp dress. When I walked into the dining room, the scene looked like a postcard of a perfect family. The sunlight was streaming in, fresh coffee was brewing, and Leo was sitting at the table, swinging his legs while he ate his pancakes.But the air was freezing.Adrian was sitting at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on a digital tablet. He didn't look up when I entered. He didn't offer a "good morning." He just tapped the screen, his face a mask of cold, professional indifference."Good morning, Leo," I said, my voice sounding thin as I kissed the top of Leo's head."Morning, Lena! Dad said we might go to the zoo this weekend

Seventy Five

Adrian's PovI stared at the lines of code on my tablet, but they were just meaningless shapes. Across the table, Lena was talking to Leo, her voice soft and bright, playing the part of the happy mother perfectly. But I could feel the tremor in her words. I could feel the way she kept glancing at me, searching for a crack in the wall I had spent all night building.I didn't give her one.Every time I looked at her, I didn’t see the woman who had held me in the penthouse two nights ago. I saw her standing in that glass office with Nathan I saw the way he looked at her—like she was a prize to be won, a weak point in my defenses he could exploit.The jealousy was a living thing in my chest, hot and jagged. But beneath it was something much worse: fear.I had spent my entire life learning that if you love something, you guard it. You surround it with walls, you vet the people who get close to it, and you control the environment so nothing can hurt it. To me, that was love. But to Lena, i

Seventy Six

Lena’s POVThe silence of the house after Adrian left was suffocating. I stood in the foyer, the echoes of the front door’s heavy thud still vibrating in the air. For months, that sound had meant safety. Now, it felt like a dismissal.I looked down at my phone. Nathan’s text was still there, glowing like a challenge. “Don't let the gray skies stop you.”I didn't want to hurt Adrian. I didn't even want to defy him. But I realized that if I backed down now, if I let his cold shoulder scare me into canceling my plans—I would never be his equal. I would always be the girl he rescued from the factory, forever in his debt."Sarah," I said, calling my secretary as I grabbed my car keys. "Clear my afternoon. I’m heading to Thorne’s office. Tell them I’m coming in to sign."The atmosphere at Thorne’s headquarters was even more electric than the day before. As I walked through the glass doors, the staff didn't look at me as "Mrs. Wolfe." They looked at me as the centerpiece of their new ventur

Seventy Seven

The weekend sun felt less like a beginning and more like an interrogation. I had spent the night staring at the ceiling of our bedroom, the vastness of the mattress feeling like a desert. When the morning light finally crept through the curtains, I didn't feel rested; I felt empty.I walked down the stairs, my heart thumping against my ribs. I found them in the sunroom. Adrian was already there, dressed in casual weekend wear a dark sweater and jeans but his posture was as rigid as a soldier's. He was pouring some orange juice for Leo, his movements precise and silent."Morning," I said, my voice sounding raspy.Adrian’s eyes flicked to mine for a fraction of a second. "Morning.""Lena! You're up!" Leo scrambled out of his chair and ran to hug me. But as he pulled back, his small brow furrowed. "Why were you in the big bed by yourself? I went to find you for cuddles but Dad was sleeping in the office on the couch. Is the big bed broken?"The silence that followed was deafening. I felt

Seventy Eight

The storm didn’t just roll in; it attacked. By 8:00 PM, the wind was screaming through the pines, and rain lashed against the timber walls of the lodge like gravel. When the power finally flickered and died, plunging the massive living room into shadows, Leo let out a small, frightened whimper."It’s okay, buddy," Adrian’s voice came through the dark, steady, and instantly grounding. I heard the strike of a match, and a second later, the warm glow of a candle bloomed between us.We spent the next hour settling Leo down on the rug by the fireplace. Adrian worked with a silent, focused efficiency, stoking the embers until the hearth roared with life. We sat on opposite ends of the sofa, a vast canyon of tension between us, but for Leo’s sake, we spoke in soft, rhythmic tones until his eyes finally drifted shut.Once his breathing evened out, the silence became unbearable. The only sound was the crackle of wood and the violent thrum of the storm outside."I’m going to take him up to bed,

Seventy Nine

The return to the city felt different. The air between Adrian and me was warm again, a fragile but steady peace that we guarded fiercely. We shared coffee in the mornings, we walked Leo to the car together, and for a few days, it felt like the "Ice King" had been left behind in the mountains.But Nathan Thorne hadn't stayed in the mountains.I was at my office, deep in a strategy meeting with my new marketing team, when Sarah walked in with a small, sleek tablet."Mr. Thorne sent this over," she said, looking a bit flustered. "He said it’s the finalized 'Vision Board' for the digital rollout. He wanted you to see it before the press release goes out this afternoon."I took the tablet, expecting to see font choices and cover mock-ups. Instead, when the screen flickered to life, my heart skipped a beat. It was a video montage, a high-end, cinematic teaser for the new imprint.It was beautiful. It was professional. And it was devastating.The video featured candid shots of me writing in

Eighty

The door of the SUV clicked shut, sealing us in a silence so thick it felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of the vehicle. Adrian didn’t tell the driver to move. He didn't even look at me. He simply reached for a leather folder beside him and tossed it onto my lap."Open it," he said. His voice was a low, dangerous vibration.I opened the folder, my heart hammering against my ribs. Inside were printouts of a private internal memo from Thorne’s marketing department, along with a draft of a press release that had been sent to a major tech-and-lifestyle blog an hour ago.The headline made my blood run cold: “Escaping the Pack: Lena Wolfe Breaks Free from the Wolfe Media Monopoly.”The document went on to quote an "anonymous source close to the author" detailing how the marriage was a "stifling environment" for my creativity. It even mentioned the factory incident, framing it not as a kidnapping, but as the moment I realized I was "expendable" in the Wolfe empire."I didn't say this,

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