The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 114

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Lila sat quietly beside Margaret’s hospital bed in the VIP ward, the steady rhythm of the heart monitor filling the silence. Tubes and machines surrounded the once-commanding matriarch, reducing her presence to something fragile-almost unrecognizable.

Behind her, Bryan stood with a report in hand.

“Mrs. Blackthorne… the driver of the car that hit them died on the spot,” he said carefully, his eyes fixed on Lila’s unmoving back.

Lila didn’t turn.

“What about our driver… and the assistant?” she asked, her voice calm, but heavier than before.

A brief pause.

“The driver didn’t make it,” Bryan replied. “The assistant is in critical condition.”

Silence followed.

The monitor continued its steady beeping.

“Arrange support for the driver’s family,” Lila said at last. “Full assistance. No delays. And make sure the assistant receives the best care available.”

“Yes, Mrs. Blackthorne.”

Bryan hesitated before asking, “Should we inform Mr. Blackthorne?”

The question lingered in the air.

It had been a week since Damon left.

A week—with no calls, no messages, no trace of where he was or what he was facing.

Lila’s gaze remained fixed on Margaret, her expression unreadable.

“I’ll call him,” she said finally.

“Understood, Mrs. Blackthorne.”

Bryan gave a slight nod before turning and quietly leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Now alone, Lila reached for her phone.

For a brief second, her hand stilled.

Lila remained seated beside the bed, her gaze fixed on Margaret’s pale, unmoving face.

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“Mother… you said you’d take care of your grandson,” she said quietly. “So why are you lying here?”

Her fingers tightened slightly around her phone.

“Or are you planning to be buried in the garden… while watching him grow from beneath the soil?”

A faint, humorless smile touched her lips.

“Damon really is your son,” she added, her eyes cold as they traced Margaret’s fragile state-so far from the formidable woman she once was.

Just as she was about to dial, her phone vibrated.

A message.

The name on the screen made her pause.

Familiar.

Too familiar.

Lila opened it.

*Lila… it’s been a long time since I sent you a message.”

A photo followed.

Her eyes stilled.

Damon-sleeping.

Peaceful, almost deceptively so. And beside him…

A woman.

Lila’s gaze sharpened.

Recognition came instantly.

One of the many women.

One of those who had once claimed to have shared his bed.

For a second, the room was silent.

Then-

Lila laughed.

Soft at first… then sharper, edged with something hollow.

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“Mother.. your son is truly a filthy dog,” she muttered.

There was no pain in her voice.

No heartbreak.

Only disgust.

Damon had never once defended himself against the rumors. And Lila had never asked.

Because she already knew.

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During their marriage, while he entertained countless women, she was forbidden from even the smallest semblance of warmth toward another man. A single smile-misplaced, misinterpreted-was enough to ignite his anger.

The memory surfaced vividly.

A woman once sent her a provocative message.

So Lila responded in kind.

She hired a young, handsome gigolo and checked into a hotel-more out of defiance than desire.

She had just stepped into the bathroom when the noise erupted outside.

Voices.

A crash.

Then silence.

When she opened the door, Damon was there.

Hands stained with blood.

Eyes burning with uncontrollable rage.

The gigolo lay crumpled on the floor.

Unconscious.

Or worse.

Unfair… wasn’t it?

If he could be a whore-

Why couldn’t she?

The present snapped back into place.

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Lila’s expression hardened.

She dialed.

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“Bryan,” she said the moment the line connected. “We’re going to Wago City. Now.”

She ended the call before he could respond and immediately dialed another number.

“Ina, please take care of my son for me,” Lila said, her tone softer-but still distant. Then she hung up.

A third message followed.

I’ll be checking on Damon in Wago City.

She sent it to Simon without hesitation.

Sliding her phone into her bag, Lila stood. She cast one last glance at Margaret before turning toward the door.

“Stay here,” she instructed the bodyguards outside. “No one enters without my permission.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Without another word, Lila walked away-her steps steady, her expression unreadable.

But beneath it—

Something cold had already begun to settle.

Lila arrived in Wago City just before dusk.

The streets, once alive with noise and movement, lay wrapped in an unnatural silence. As her car passed, people lining the roadside lowered their heads in quiet submission-whether out of respect or fear, she could not tell. No one dared look directly at her.

The city remembered.

Or perhaps it feared what came after remembering.

By the time the car reached the old mansion at the hill’s crest, the iron gates had already begun to open, groaning as though disturbed from a long, uneasy sleep. The vehicle rolled to a stop in the courtyard.

A man in his forties stood waiting.

Jere.

He stepped forward as Lila emerged from the car, her movements slow and composed, every inch of her radiating control.

“Madam,” Jere said, bowing his head slightly. “Wago City was defended by the late Mr. Blackthorne.”

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Lila paused.

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“The late Mr. Blackthorne?” she repeated, her voice calm but edged with something sharper. “Which Mr.

Blackthorne?”

Jere lifted his eyes just enough to meet hers.

“Mr. Damon Blackthorne, Madam.”

For the briefest moment, her brows drew together.

A small, almost imperceptible fracture in her composure.

“He was caught in crossfire,” Jere continued carefully. “Beheaded by a gang.”

Silence followed.

Lila did not move.

Did not breathe.

Then, quietly-too quietly-she asked, “You did not claim the body?”

Her voice trembled at the edges, betraying something she quickly forced back down. Inside her mind, a memory surfaced-Damon’s voice, cold and certain:

Whatever happens… never show any hint of emotion.

Her fingers curled slightly at her side before relaxing again.

“They asked that you buy out your late husband’s body,” Jere said.

Lila’s gaze sharpened. “Who’s they?”

A pause.

“The Black Veil,” Jere answered.

The name lingered between them like a shadow stretching too far.

Lila inhaled slowly, steadying herself, burying whatever threatened to rise beneath the surface. When she spoke again, her voice was composed-controlled, as if nothing inside her had shifted at all.

“The Black Veil…” she murmured.

Her eyes lifted toward the mansion, its towering structure looming over them like a witness to everything that had been lost-and everything yet to come.

Then, without another word, she stepped forward.

And the doors opened to receive her.

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“No one buys what already belongs to me.”

A beat of silence.

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“The Black Veil wants a meeting,” she continued, her voice now colder than the empty city outside. “Then we’ll give them one.”

She turned toward the towering staircase, ascending slowly, each step deliberate.

“But they should have remembered…”

Her eyes lifted toward the darkened upper floor.

“Damon didn’t build an empire that could be taken with his head.”

A pause.

“And neither will I.”