Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

DamianThe silence of the piano room was entirely hostile now, completely suffocating the heavy, intoxicating warmth that had lingered between the ivory keys just moments before. I stared down at the screen of my phone, my thumb pressing so hard against the glass I thought it would shatter into a thousand pieces. The transition from the breathless, raw connection I had just shared with Sara to this absolute freezing reality was enough to give a man whiplash.Victoria Blackwood.My mother. The matriarch of the Blackwood dynasty. The woman who had spent my entire life reminding me that our name was a sacred, untouchable bloodline that could not afford a single imperfection, weakness, or unauthorized stain. I knew she was a cold, status-obsessed viper. I knew she had deeply despised Sara from the very moment our arranged marriage was signed in ink, viewing her as a middle-class intruder who didn't belong in our world. But to find out her private trust fund was the exact entity financing

Chapter Forty ThreeSaraDamian didn't let go of me. Even as the house flooded with flashing blue lights and the frantic footsteps of my private security detail, his hand remained anchored firmly to the small of my back, guiding me out of the ruined master suite. He didn’t take me downstairs to face the police. Instead, he led me straight down the opposite corridor, pushing open the heavy double doors of his own bedroom—the master suite of the west wing."Sit," he commanded, gesturing to the edge of his massive, unmade bed. The room smelled entirely of him—cedar, expensive leather, and a hint of winter rain.I sank onto the mattress, my knees still trembling from the shock of the note on the floor. I watched him pull his phone from his pocket, his face a terrifying mask of pure, unadulterated fury. The sheer force of his presence seemed to compress the air in the room."Gerald!” Damian roared into the receiver, slamming the door shut with his heel so hard the glass panes rattled. He p

Chapter Forty FiveThree years ago.“I can't do this anymore, Damian! I'm leaving!"My own voice screamed back at me from the memory, raw and fractured with a pain that had been building for months. I stood in the middle of his pristine, white-carpeted bedroom, my hands shaking uncontrollably as I shoved clothes blindly into an open leather suitcase. Tears blurred my vision, hot and humiliating, tracking down my cheeks.I hadn't just reached a breaking point out of nowhere. I had spent the last three months trying everything in my power to make this marriage work. After that night of him calming me down from my panic attack, I foolishly let down my guard again. But, yet again, he wasn’t making things easy. Disappearing for weeks without a word, it was like every time I saw a glimpse of a different person under that armor, he tried desperately to push himself away again.I couldn’t tell Father that I wasn’t happy in this marriage, I didn’t want him to feel even more guilty. But now, I

Chapter Forty sevenSaraI ripped my shoulder away from his touch, standing up from the edge of the mattress so fast the room tilted slightly from the lingering exhaustion of the ether."Sara," Damian murmured, his hands dropping to his sides, his dark blue eyes tracking my frantic movement in the shadows of the bedroom. "You need to lie back down.”"Don't tell me what to do, Damian," I breathed out, my chest heaving violently beneath my silk shirt as I turned to face him, the defensive walls slamming back up to mask the terrifying panic clawing at my throat. I gestured sharply toward the closed drawer. "I found it. The silver box. I saw the ring, and I saw the note you wrote to yourself three years ago."Damian's entire body instantly went rigid. The relaxed warmth from earlier vanished, replaced by an impenetrable, freezing wall of black stone. His jaw clenched so hard a sharp muscle ticked in his cheek."You shouldn't have been digging through my personal space," he said, his voice

Chapter Forty NineDamian’After I left Sara standing there shocked, I made my way to my study and poured myself a drink to cool my mind from seeing that man, Adrian and my wife already doting on him.The first thing I noticed when I walked into the house was her hand on his as she stood behind his fake wheelchair.The whole story about the accident just sounded really convenient to me. Why was he injured now? After everything that had happened to Sara. After someone had broken into my house.Then suddenly Adrian had an accident? It could be nothing. Accidents happened.But the timing bothered me.A lot.I had spent enough time in business to know that coincidence was sometimes just coincidence.And sometimes it was a warning.She was also probably wondering why I just agreed for him to stay, but that’s just to keep my enemies closer. I needed to keep a closer eye on him to gather more information and then I strike.The next morning, I decided to have a conversation with him to catch h