The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Chapter 113

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While Maddy contemplated her next move, unaware of the cold eyes watching her from the corner-silently tracking every move, every keystroke as her laptop processed sensitive data-the atmosphere around her remained deceptively calm.

Inside the CEO’s office, Lila sat behind the large mahogany desk-a throne Damon had entrusted to her. He was away, finishing the unfinished business that had long haunted them, hunting down the remnants of the family that once threatened everything she held dear.

Margaret observed Lila quietly, her sharp gaze taking in every decision made without a flicker of hesitation. There was something satisfying in the sight. At the very least, her son had shaped Lila into the strong woman she had become.

With a small, resolved sigh, Margaret rose from her seat, smoothing the fabric of her dress.

“My dear, I’ll be leaving now,” she said calmly. “From this day forward, I won’t be around much. I’m too old for all of this. I’ll stay at the estate-taking care of my grandson… and the garden.”

Lila looked up and immediately stood. “Alright, Mother,” she replied, moving to accompany her out.

“Don’t bother,” Margaret interrupted gently, raising a hand to stop her. “Continue your work.”

Lila paused, then nodded politely. Without another word, she returned to her seat, burying herself once more in the growing pile of documents before her-her expression composed, her focus unshaken.

Margaret stepped out of Blackthorne Industries, the evening air cool against her skin as her car pulled smoothly away from the curb. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, unaware of the danger quietly trailing behind.

A car followed at a distance-its headlights off, its presence swallowed by the darkness.

Inside, Margaret remained composed, her hands folded neatly on her lap. Across from her, her assistant adjusted his glasses, his voice steady despite the weight of what he was about to reveal.

“Madam, the spy was identified today,” he began. “We traced every IP address through Mark’s system… It’s her

The rest of his words never came.

A deafening crash split the night.

The car behind them surged forward and slammed violently into their vehicle. Metal screamed against metal as the impact sent their car spinning out of control. Tires screeched uselessly against the asphalt before the vehicle flipped-

Once.

Twice.

Then everything went still.

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The car landed upside down.

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Glass shattered. Smoke hissed from beneath the crumpled hood. For a moment, there was nothing but ringing silence.

A thin line of blood trailed down Margaret’s temple, her vision blurring as the world tilted unnaturally around her. Beside her, the assistant groaned faintly, trapped, disoriented.

From the shadows, the other car slowed to a stop.

Its engine idled.

Waiting.

A pair of red heels came into view, stopping just inches from the shattered window of the overturned car. The glossy surface caught the faint glow of the streetlights, pristine against the wreckage.

“Do you think she’ll survive?” the woman asked, her tone light—almost amused.

Behind her, a man stepped closer. Polished black shoes halted beside the heels, unmoving, certain.

“I’ll bet one million she won’t,” he replied flatly.

A soft laugh slipped from the woman’s lips. “Then make it two million… if she doesn’t.”

Inside the wreck, Margaret’s world swam in fragments-shards of glass, the metallic scent of blood, the distant echo of their voices. Her breathing grew shallow, each second heavier than the last.

What a shame…

Her gaze fixed on their shoes-the only clear detail her fading vision could grasp. Red heels. Black leather. Clean. Untouched by the chaos they had caused.

My life… doesn’t even compare to the Blackthorne family’s wealth.

The thought flickered bitterly through her mind.

With what strength she had left, Margaret forced herself to memorize them-to carve the image into what remained of her consciousness. A final clue. A silent witness.

Then darkness crept in.

Slow.

Unforgiving.

And at last, it claimed her.

Bryan burst into Lila’s office, the door slamming against the wall with a sharp crack.

“Lila-” he stopped himself, swallowing. “Mrs. Blackthorne.”

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Her eyes lifted from the documents, cold and unreadable.

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“Mrs. Blackthorne, the matriarch… she was rushed to the hospital,” Bryan continued, slightly out of breath. “She was caught in a traffic accident.”

The words had barely settled when Lila was already on her feet.

She didn’t ask questions.

She didn’t hesitate.

She walked past him, her heels striking the floor with steady precision, her expression carved from stone. Bryan quickly followed, falling into step behind her.

“I’ll arrange everything,” he said quickly. “The car, the hospital clearance, security-”

They moved through the hallway, employees instinctively stepping aside, the tension in the air thick and suffocating. Bryan locked the office behind them in passing and glanced briefly at the assistant secretary.

“You can leave now,” he instructed before hurrying toward the elevator.

The doors slid open, and they stepped inside.

Silence.

Bryan stole a glance at Lila-then another.

He still couldn’t reconcile the image before him with the woman he once knew. The quiet, timid wife who sat in the accounting department, balancing sheets and preparing payroll for thousands of employees without a single complaint…

Now, she stood beside him with the same commanding presence Damon carried. Cold. Untouchable.

Absolute.

“Is there something you wanted to say?” Lila asked, her voice calm but sharp enough to cut through his thoughts.

Bryan stiffened, caught.

“… Nothing, Mrs. Blackthorne,” he replied quickly, looking forward.

The elevator descended.

But the weight in the air only grew heavier.

The moment the secretary disappeared down the hall, Maddy stepped out from the corner where she had been waiting.

Silent. Calculated.

She slipped inside Lila’s office and gently closed the door behind her. The faint click echoed in the empty

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space as she pulled a spare key from her pocket and locked it from the inside.

For a brief moment, she simply stood there.

Observing.

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The office felt different now-no longer just Damon’s domain. It carried a subtle shift… a blend of authority and quiet precision. Damon’s sharp dominance, now laced with Lila’s composed restraint.

Maddy’s lips curled slightly.

“So this is how far you’ve come…” she murmured under her breath.

She walked toward the desk, fingers gliding over the polished surface before flipping through the neatly stacked documents. Page after page, her eyes scanned quickly, analytically-absorbing, dissecting.

Looking for cracks.

Looking for leverage.

She paused at one file, narrowing her eyes as she read more carefully. “Impressive,” she whispered, though there was no admiration in her tone-only calculation.

“If you fall…” she muttered softly, “I’ll be the one they run to.”

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her phone and dialed.

“It’s confirmed,” Maddy said once the line connected, her voice low. “The cargo will be leaving the port the day after tomorrow.”

She turned slightly, pacing once, completely unaware-

Behind the glass wall, concealed by the dim reflection of the room, a man stood still.

Watching.

Listening.

Every word.

Maddy ended the call and slipped her phone back into her pocket. For a moment, she remained there, a satisfied smirk forming on her lips as if she could already see the outcome unfolding in her favor.

Then, without another glance, she straightened and walked out of the office-locking it behind her as quietly

as she had entered.

The hallway swallowed her presence.

Behind the glass, the man remained.

Unmoving.

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The man behind the glass wall finally moved.

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With a quiet push, the concealed panel gave way, and he stepped into the office-his gaze immediately locking on the door Maddy had just exited. For a moment, he stood there in silence, as if replaying every second of what he had just witnessed.

Then he turned.

His eyes swept across the desk, landing precisely on the documents Maddy had handled. He walked over, flipping them open with practiced ease, scanning every detail she had lingered on.

A faint, knowing smirk tugged at his lips.

“So that’s your move…”

He reached for his phone and dialed.

“Make sure she doesn’t have an alibi,” he said coldly. “And every transaction-trace it back to her. I want everything pointing in her direction.”

A pause.

“Don’t miss a single detail.”

He ended the call without waiting for a reply.

Setting the phone aside, he picked up the documents again—this time more thoroughly. His expression shifted into something more focused, analytical. Grabbing a pen, he began writing notes along the margins- clear, precise observations.

Advantages.

Disadvantages.

Risks.

Opportunities.

Not for himself.

For Lila.

When he finished, he placed the pen down and carefully arranged the documents back into a neat stack, exactly where they belonged-as if nothing had been touched, nothing disturbed.

Outside, the first light of dawn crept through the windows, casting a pale glow across the office.

He glanced at his phone.

Nothing.

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No calls.

No messages.

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His expression darkened slightly, irritation flickering in his eyes before fading just as quickly.

“Stubborn little rabbit…” he muttered under his breath, a quiet chuckle following.

With one last look around the room, he stepped back toward the hidden panel. The wall shifted open at his touch, swallowing him into secrecy once more.

And just like that-

He was gone.