The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

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Mark finally moved, his steps heavy, disbelief still written all over his face.

Damon had found them

Too fast.

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“Mr. Blackthorne,” Mark said, forcing calm into his voice, “I believe Ina already informed you… my sister Lila

has amnesia.”

Damon didn’t react.

“Yes,” he said flatly. “And I’ll be taking her back to the estate. It’s not safe here.”

His hold on Damian tightened slightly, protective, instinctive.

“This place is exposed,” Damon continued, his eyes sweeping the house. “Do you even realize what happens if the world finds out a Blackthorne heir is living here… unguarded?”

Mark’s jaw clenched.

Damon stepped closer.

“While you pretend you can protect them,” he added coldly, “without running when things actually get dangerous.”

Mark fell silent.

Because Damon was right.

“I don’t understand…” Lila whispered. “What do you mean-heir?”

Damon looked at her, his expression shifting-softer, but no less intense.

“Damian,” he said. “He’s not just any child.”

“He’s mine,” Lila said instinctively, stepping closer to the baby.

“And mine,” Damon replied.

Then his lips curved slightly, something darker, knowing.

“Unless you think he just appeared,” he added dryly.

Lila frowned.

Damon leaned in, his voice dropping to something meant only for her.

“Or have you forgotten,” he murmured, “that Damian was created when we were hunted…”

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He paused-then finished, slow and deliberate:

“The Fox.”

The words hit her like a strike.

Lila gasped.

Her head spun violently, her vision blurring as something cracked open inside her mind-

Rain.

Heavy. Cold. Blinding.

The sound of footsteps pounding against wet ground.

A chase.

Her breathing-fast, uneven.

A gunshot splitting through the night.

A man running ahead-

Damon’s voice calling behind her-

“Lila!”

Another shot.

Her heart racing-

Fear.

Adrenaline.

And then-

Darkness.

“Ah-!” Lila clutched her head, stumbling back as pain throbbed through her skull.

“Lila!” Mark rushed forward.

But Damon was faster.

He caught her before she could fall, pulling her against him.

“Easy,” he murmured, his voice suddenly gentler. “It’s coming back, isn’t it?”

Lila’s fingers gripped his shirt tightly, her breathing uneven.

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“I-I saw…” she whispered. “The rain… the gun… someone was chasing us…”

Damon’s eyes darkened.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “Now you’re starting to remember.”

“Stop it!” Mark snapped, trying to pull her away. “You’re hurting her!”

Damon shot him a sharp look.

“I’m helping her,” he said coldly.

Lila shook her head weakly, still clinging to Damon without realizing it.

“My head… it hurts…”

Damon’s grip on her tightened-not forceful, but steady.

“Because the truth was buried,” he said. “And it doesn’t stay buried forever.”

The room fell into tense silence.

Mark watched them, anger and helplessness clashing in his chest.

Because despite everything-

Lila was holding onto Damon.

Like her body already knew…

Even if her mind refused to.

Damon looked down at her, his voice lowering again.

“Pack your things,” he said softly-but firmly. “You’re coming with me.”

Lila didn’t answer.

But for the first time-

She didn’t resist.

Ina gently guided Lila to the bedroom, helping her lie down on the bed.

“Here, take this,” Ina whispered, handing her a small dose of medicine. “It will help with the headache.”

Lila nodded weakly, her fingers trembling as she took it. The throbbing in her head eased slightly, and within moments, her eyes fluttered closed.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she finally surrendered to sleep, her body trembling from exhaustion and the storm of memories flooding her mind.

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Damon stood silently in the doorway, watching Lila curled up on the bed and Damian sleeping peacefully in his arms. His chest ached, a mixture of relief and unease coiling inside him.

“It’s bad news.” Mark said suddenly, breaking the quiet.

Damon turned toward him, his brows narrowing.

“Come with me,” Mark said, motioning for Damon to follow him into the study.

Inside, the room was dark except for the glow of multiple monitors. Information scrolled across the screens. One in particular caught Damon’s attention-a photo of Lila, tagged with a bounty.

“Just now, this was posted on a dark web bounty site,” Mark said, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “I traced the IP address to figure out who posted it…”

He paused, then turned a monitor toward Damon.

“There. Blackthorne Industries… specifically Madeline Laurent’s laptop.”

“Maddy,” Damon muttered, his voice low and deadly calm.

Mark’s eyes blazed with anger. “What does this mean, Damon? You swore you’d protect my sister—and yet your little lover just put a price on her head!”

Damon’s jaw clenched, his hands tightening at his sides. Rage simmered just beneath the surface, sharp and dangerous.

Mark’s voice grew louder, sharper, unable to contain the fury anymore. “Do you realize what she just did? What else does she want? My sister already gave up her title as your wife what elese she wanted? Does she wanted to see my sister dead?”

Damon didn’t move immediately. His eyes stayed locked on the monitor, on Lila’s face, and the name attached to the bounty.

“Maddy…” he muttered again, more to himself this time. Then he straightened, his gaze hard and unwavering.

“She’s going to pay,” Damon said quietly, the promise in his voice colder than ice.

Mark exhaled, tension easing slightly as he stepped back. But the anger in the room was still thick-electric.

Damon’s hands finally unclenched. His eyes softened slightly as he thought of Lila, curled up asleep, vulnerable and unaware of the danger she was in.

“We move tonight,” he said. “No mistakes. No warnings. We take her down… and we make sure this never happens again.”

Mark nodded grimly. “I’ll prep everything. But Damon… she won’t go quietly.”

Damon’s

gaze flicked back toward the bedroom where Lila slept. Damian stirred slightly in her arms.

“She doesn’t need to know yet,” Damon said softly. “Not until it’s done.”

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And with that, the two men turned toward the glowing monitors, the room buzzing with strategy and tension. plotting revenge and protection in the same breath.

Damon’s gaze remained fixed on the monitor, Lila’s face staring back at him beneath the bounty listing.

“Take it down.” he said coldly.

Mark didn’t look away from his screen, his fingers already moving across the keyboard.

“Can you do it?” Damon asked.

Mark exhaled. “Not instantly. This will take at least a day. The post has already spread across multiple nodes.”

Damon leaned back in the chair, eyes closing as if he were merely resting-but the tension in his jaw said otherwise.

“Then contact Integer Technology,” he said. “I’m sure they’ll listen to you.”

Mark let out a bitter scoff.

“Integer Technology is no longer mine,” he said. “You’re their boss now.”

Damon’s eyes opened slowly.

“Exactly,” he replied. “Which means I’m instructing you-as your boss.”

His voice sharpened.

“You already sold Integer to Blackthorne.”

Mark’s hands paused for half a second before continuing.

“And your pride,” Damon added quietly, “is not needed at a time like this.”

Silence stretched between them.

Then Mark grabbed his phone.

Within seconds, the call connected.

“This is Mark,” he said, his tone turning all business. “Patch me through to the core cybersecurity team-now.”

A pause.

Then-

“I don’t care what protocol you’re running. Override it.”

His eyes flicked briefly to Damon before returning to the screen.

“I want a full breach of the network hosting the bounty. Break through every firewall, every mirror server.”

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He began typing again, faster now.

“Trace every IP that accessed the post,” Mark continued. “I want logs, locations, everything.”

Another pause as he listened.

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“And listen carefully,” he added, his voice turning colder. “Wipe it all. Every copy, every cache, every trace. I don’t care if it’s in private servers, group chats, or encrypted channels.”

His fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up maps, data streams, connections branching across the globe.

“Shut down every group sharing it,” he said. “Burn it to the ground-completely.”

He ended the call.

The room filled with the hum of machines and the glow of shifting data.

Damon remained seated, watching everything unfold, his expression unreadable.

But his voice, when he spoke again, was absolute.

“No one sees her,” he said quietly. “No one hunts her.”

Mark didn’t respond.

But the way his hands moved-

Relentless. Precise.

Said everything.

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