The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Bryan called Damon with urgency in his voice.

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“Sir… there’s a woman at the hospital. She looks exactly like Lila. She’s claiming to be your wife-Lila Blackthorne.”

Damon didn’t waste a second.

By the time he arrived at the hospital, his pulse was steady-but his mind wasn’t. Lila was gone. He had buried that truth deep inside himself. Yet now…

He pushed the door open.

A woman lay in the hospital bed, pale and fragile. When she saw him, a faint smile touched her lips.

“Damon… I’m back,” she whispered.

He stepped closer, eyes sharp, studying every detail. She looked like Lila. Sounded like her. Even the way she held his gaze felt familiar.

Too familiar.

Damon reached for the blanket and pulled it down slightly, revealing her legs. His expression didn’t soften.

Instead, it hardened.

Slowly, deliberately, he lifted the edge of her hospital gown-searching for his favorite mole in her inner thigh.

The woman immediately grabbed the fabric, pulling it down to cover herself. “W-what are you doing?” she said, flustered.

A smirk tugged at Damon’s lips, but there was no warmth in it.

“Why so shy, my love?” he said coolly. “You never used to be like this.”

His eyes lingered, calculating.

Then he straightened.

“Lila Blackthorne would’ve bitten my hand off if I tried that without her permission,” he said flatly.

Silence filled the room.

Damon stepped back, his gaze now distant, certain.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart… but you’re not my wife.”

He turned toward the door, pausing only briefly.

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“Nice try,” he added under his breath.

And then he walked out, not looking back.

Damon didn’t slow down as he walked out of the room.

Bryan was waiting just outside, anxiety written all over his face. “Sir? Is it-”

“No.” Damon cut him off, voice cold and certain. “That’s not Lila.”

Bryan frowned. “But the resemblance-”

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“Means nothing,” Damon said flatly. “Anyone can copy a face. They can mimic a voice. But they can’t fake instinct.”

He glanced once at the closed door, his expression darkening.

“She hesitated,” he added. “Lila never hesitated.”

Bryan straightened. “Then this is a setup.”

Damon’s lips curved slightly-not in amusement, but in anticipation. “Of course it is.”

Inside the room, the woman’s weak expression disappeared the moment the door clicked shut.

Her fingers tightened around the blanket.

“… He knew,” she muttered, her voice no longer trembling.

The heart monitor continued its steady beeping, but her eyes were now sharp, calculating.

A moment later, the door opened again-but this time, it wasn’t Damon.

A man in a dark coat stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Well?” he asked.

The woman exhaled slowly, irritation flickering across her face. “He didn’t fall for it.”

The man’s jaw tightened. “Impossible. You were perfect.”

“I was,” she snapped. “But he wasn’t looking at my face. He was looking for something else.”

Outside, Damon stopped walking.

Bryan noticed immediately. “Sir?”

Damon’s gaze shifted slightly, as if listening to something only he could hear.

“…They’re still inside,” he said quietly.

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Bryan blinked. “What?”

:

Damon turned back toward the room, a dangerous calm settling over him.

“This isn’t over,” he murmured.

Without another word, he started walking back.

Inside, the man lowered his voice. “We’re running out of time. If he suspects-”

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“He doesn’t suspect,” the woman said, though there was a flicker of doubt in her eyes. “He knows.”

A knock echoed at the door.

Both of them froze.

Another knock followed-slower this time. Deliberate.

The woman’s composure cracked for a split second. “That’s not a nurse…’

The handle turned.

And Damon stepped back into the room.

This time, he didn’t bother hiding the darkness in his eyes.

“I think,” he said calmly, closing the door behind him, “we’re not done talking.”

Silence fell-heavy, suffocating.

Damon’s gaze moved between the two of them, sharp and unforgiving.

“So,” he continued, voice low and dangerous, “who sent you?”

The man in the dark coat moved first.

Too fast for an ordinary visitor. Too controlled for a civilian.

Damon noticed.

Of course he did.

In a single step, the man shifted slightly in front of the bed-subtle, protective. Not of a patient… but of an

asset.

Damon’s eyes narrowed.

“Well,” he said softly, “that answers one question.”

Bryan had followed him in, quietly closing the door behind them. His posture changed the moment he sensed the shift in the room.

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The air turned sharp. Dangerous.

The woman on the bed let out a slow breath, then-unexpectedly-she smiled again.

But this time, there was no weakness in it.

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“No point pretending anymore,” she said, her voice steady now. “You’re more difficult than they said.”

Damon tilted his head slightly. “Flattered.”

The man beside her spoke, calm but firm. “You shouldn’t have come back, Mr. Blackthorne.”

A faint chuckle escaped Damon. “And yet… here I am.”

Silence stretched.

Then-

“Who. Sent. You.” Damon’s voice dropped, each word precise.

The woman’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. Amusement? Respect?

“Let’s just say…” she began, “someone who knows how much your wife mattered to you.”

Damon didn’t react outwardly.

But Bryan did. Just a fraction.

And that was enough for the man to notice.

A mistake.

Damon’s gaze sharpened instantly.

“Careful,” he said quietly to Bryan, without looking at him. “Don’t give them anything.”

Bryan stiffened. “Yes, sir.”

The woman sighed softly. “You’re no fun.”

Damon stepped closer to the bed again, slower this time, more deliberate. Every movement calculated.

“You went through a lot of trouble,” he said. “Face, voice, timing…” His eyes locked onto hers. “But you missed the most important part.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Damon leaned in slightly.

“Lila wouldn’t try to convince me,” he said. “She’d make me believe.”

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For the first time, her expression faltered.

Just a little.

Damon saw it.

And that was all he needed.

His hand moved-fast.

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He grabbed her wrist and twisted it just enough to force a sharp gasp from her. Not enough to injure… just enough to break control.

“Talk,” he said coldly.

The man lunged forward-

But Bryan was faster this time.

He intercepted him, slamming him back against the wall with a force that rattled the equipment nearby.

“Don’t,” Bryan warned.

The room erupted into tension.

The heart monitor spiked erratically.

The woman glared up at Damon, her calm finally cracking. “You think hurting me will get you answers?”

Damon didn’t even blink.

“No,” he said. “But it’ll tell me how much you’re willing to endure before you break.”

A dangerous silence followed.

Then-

She smiled again.

But this time, it was different.

“You’re right about one thing,” she said softly.

Damon’s grip tightened slightly.

“You don’t know your wife as well as you think.”

That-

That made him pause.

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Just for a fraction of a second.

And in that moment, the woman moved.

A hidden syringe slipped from beneath the blanket-straight toward Damon’s side.

–but Damon caught her wrist mid-strike.

The needle stopped inches from him.

Their eyes locked.

Now both of them were fully exposed.

“No more games,” Damon said quietly.

The woman’s smile slowly returned, despite being restrained.

“Too late for that,” she whispered.

Outside, footsteps suddenly echoed down the hallway.

Not one. Not two.

Many.

Bryan’s head snapped toward the door. “Sir…”

Damon didn’t look away from her.

“Of course,” he muttered.

The trap…

was just beginning.

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