All Chapters of The Unloved Wife Of Damien Whitmore: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 111ROSALIE POV The tea had gone cold an hour ago.I hadn't noticed until I lifted the cup, I set it down and turned the next page of the document in my hand. Over the past few weeks, the library had become the operational hub for everything Elias and I were building. There were acquisition files stacked in order of relevance and Foundation records cross-referenced against the shell company documents Petra had provided. There were some handwritten notes that connected dates and names that didn't obviously belong together without context.Three pages remained. I was on the phone with Petra. "The trustee signature on the Foundation amendment matches the intermediary registration from 2009." Petra took a sip of water and continued. "I've confirmed it against two separate databases. It isn't circumstantial anymore."I turned it toward the lamp. “I have the physical document here. The signature is consistent with the other samples you sent.""All that remains to have a complete

CHAPTER 113DEAN POVThe fire crews were still packing equipment when I arrived.The thick smoke laden the charred smell of with books, documents and furniture accumulated over the decades reached me before I reached the building. Security personnel moved through the grounds armed with notes and plastics bags in methodical fashion, turning the scene from a tragedy to a crime scene.I wasn't interested in the visible damage.I walked past the crews and the equipment, going directly to the library wing.Petra was here.She was wearing protective gloves and crouched close to what used to be the east wall of the library.She was completely focused on the debris as she sifted through the charred rubbles intent on finding something only she knew was there. Around her, fire investigators worked with similar detachment. The room itself had been comprehensively destroyed. The shelves and significant portions of the ceiling had collapsed, partially leaving the room, if it could be called that

CHAPTER 115SELINA POVThe safe house was nothing like the Whitmore estate.I registered that immediately as the convoy turned through the reinforced gates. There were armed personnel stationed at intervals around the perimeter and cameras on every corner. The property itself wasn’t luxurious for the Whitmores. It was a large house but unlike the Whitmore estate, this one had rooms than wings.As the car slowed down to a stop, Marcus moved immediately to coordinate with the security rotation outside. Whatever victories the past several days had produced, that fact remained: we were arriving at a fortified refuge rather than returning to something familiar. The man who had taken me underground had also, in a different way, taken their home.Damien got out of the car without assistance, which I noted and didn't comment on.Inside, the house had a hurried air to its arrangement. There were boxes that hadn't been fully unpacked, furniture that were arranged without any thought to themes.

CHAPTER 117SELINA POVThe door closed behind the doctor and the room went quiet.I sat on the edge of the guest bed and listened to the quiet settle around me. The examinations had been thorough. The doctor wasn’t willing to leave anything to chance when he learnt of the harrowing experience I had. The doctor finished his examination. “ the baby is okay.” I nodded at the information because I didn’t trust myself to say anything.Before leaving he had looked at me over the top of his notes. "You've both been very fortunate."The words stayed in the room after he left. And the silence in the room enveloped me. This silence was different, it wasn’t heavy with the tensed agony of waiting for a rescue that I wasn’t certain of or coming up with an escape plan that wasn’t fully thought out.I let myself breathe it in. I closed my eyes and finally let the dam open. Everything that I had been pushing away over the past few weeks came rushing in. Goosebumps broke on my skin as it recalled the

CHAPTER 119SELINA POV Marcus had appeared at Damien's elbow within minutes of our arrival, which I suspected had been planned rather than coincidental. He always had something for Damien: the security briefing that couldn't wait, updates that required immediate attention, operational decisions that only Damien could authorize.Rather than get irritated, I was grateful that I stood here to be able to witness this oddly annoying habit of Marcus.At this rate, I might get a priest to wed them both and be done with it.I excused myself from the entrance hall and climbed the staircase alone.As I climbed the stairs, I noticed a lot of things that I had known on a subliminal level: the way the light fell on the stairs and the creak the stairs made when you applied a certain pressure to it.The hallway outside the bedroom smelled of furniture polish and lavender.The bath had already been prepared. I didn’t remember asking anyone to. It dawned on me that Mrs. Chen had simply remembered fr