The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

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Damon and Lila spent the rest of the day with Damian.

For a while, everything felt… normal.

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They walked through the gardens, shared quiet meals, and laughed at Damian’s little stories. It was the kind of peace Lila had once dreamed of-simple, warm, and whole.

Damon stayed close the entire time, his hand often brushing against Lila’s, as if reassuring himself she was still there.

As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, the golden light faded, and the mansion began to glow under soft evening lights.

Night came quietly.

At the front door, Damon stood with Lila in his arms, holding her tighter than usual.

He didn’t know when he would see her again.

And that thought… unsettled him more than anything.

Lila rested against his chest, sensing the change in him. For once, Damon wasn’t the man in control-he was someone holding on to something he couldn’t afford to lose.

A wife that started as nothing more than a contract.

A name.

A role.

A perfect image.

A trophy wife.

But somewhere along the three years of pretending, something shifted.

What began as an obligation turned into something real-something deep enough to scare him.

And Damon Blackthorne was not a man who feared easily.

Yet losing her… that was something he refused to accept.

Slowly, he pulled back and looked into Lila’s eyes.

“Don’t worry,” he said quietly. “Your brother is safe with me.”

Lila searched his face, then gave a small nod. “I’ll check on you,” she said softly.

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A faint smile touched Damon’s lips. “Okay.”

Neither of them moved at first.

As if letting go meant something final.

But eventually, Damon released her.

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He turned, walked toward his car, and got in without looking back-because if he did, he might not leave at all.

The engine started.

And just like that, the car disappeared down the long driveway, leaving the estate behind.

Lila stood there, watching until the lights were gone.

The night felt heavier now.

Quieter.

And for the first time since she arrived-

The mansion didn’t feel like a home.

By Monday morning, Lila was back at the office.

But something about her had changed.

There was a lightness in her aura-subtle, but unmistakable. The tension she used to carry so effortlessly was gone, replaced by a quiet glow that didn’t go unnoticed.

Bryan, her assistant, leaned casually against the desk, observing her with a knowing smile.

“It seems like you had a good weekend,” he teased.

Lila immediately blushed, lowering her gaze to the documents in front of her. “Bryan,” she warned softly, though there was no real bite in her voice.

“By the way,” she added quickly, shifting the topic, “how’s the sales department doing?”

Bryan chuckled but played along. “Very busy this week. They’ve been working overtime.”

“Good,” Lila said without looking up, already signing a document. “It’s good for them to stay busy. That means they’re making proper use of their time.”

Before Bryan could respond, a knock came at the door.

“Come in.”

Simon stepped inside, followed by his assistant, who was struggling slightly under the weight of multiple

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“Lila, these documents have all been verified and are ready for your approval,” Simon said, placing them neatly on her desk. “At your pace, you could probably finish these in… two weeks.”

A playful grin spread across his face.

Lila looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Two weeks? And how many nights did it take you to finish reviewing all of this?”

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Simon let out a small laugh. “Two days and two nights. Nonstop.” He sighed dramatically. “My wife is still mad at me for ignoring her.”

Lila paused for a second-then smiled, immediately understanding.

“Mr. Lee,” she said calmly, “as one of the company’s most hardworking employees, I’m approving a one-week leave for you. Spend it properly-with your wife.”

Simon’s face lit up. “Thank you, boss!”

As he turned to leave, he added jokingly, “I just wish Damon would stay home, take care of the kids, and let you handle the company. You know he’d never approve something like this-too stingy.”

The door closed behind him.

For a moment, the office was quiet-

Then Lila and Bryan both burst into laughter.

“I agree with Mr. Lee,” Bryan suddenly said, still amused.

Lila shook her head, smiling-but this time, there was something thoughtful behind it.

Her fingers paused over the next document.

Because despite the laughter…. one truth lingered in her mind-

Damon always had a reason for everything.

And if he wouldn’t approve something like that…

Then maybe it wasn’t just about being strict.

Maybe-

He was already preparing for something else.

Across the sea, far from the quiet peace of the estate-

Eric stood beside the bed, adjusting his cuffs as he glanced back.

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Maddy lay beneath the covers, still asleep, her breathing soft and unaware. The faint marks along her skin told the story of the night before.

A slow grin spread across Eric’s face.

Satisfied, he turned away and headed for the shower.

Minutes later, he stepped out of the mansion, composed as ever. The car door opened for him, and he slid into the back seat without a word.

As the vehicle pulled away, Eric leaned back, closing his

eyes.

His phone rang once.

He ignored it.

It rang again.

With a quiet sigh, he answered.

“She doesn’t remember anything,” Eric said lazily, his tone calm-almost bored.

A voice responded from the other end.

Eric smirked faintly. “Good. Then there’s no reason to keep pursuing her.”

He paused, listening.

“And Damon?” Eric continued. “He’s already dead… right?”

Silence.

For the first time, Eric’s expression shifted-just slightly..

His eyes opened.

Sharp. Calculating.

“… Right?” he repeated, slower this time.

The car continued moving through the night, but the air inside had changed.

Because somewhere, deep beneath that simple question-

Doubt had just been planted.

And men like Eric didn’t ignore doubt.

They followed it.

“This politician just can’t settle,” Eric muttered, irritation sharp in his voice.

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He glanced at his assistant in the passenger seat. “Tell them to check Wago City,” he said, voice low but commanding.

“They want to confirm if Damon really died in that crossfire,” he added, eyes narrowing.

Eric’s jaw tightened. He wanted Lila for himself-but the thought of marrying her while his own wife refused to divorce, all to hide her young boyfriend-the personal driver she had hired-filled him with disgust. This marriage, which should have been a display of power, now felt like a trap-a bitter, suffocating joke.

Still, Eric’s patience was infinite.

With Maddy under his control, no one would dare threaten Lila. Not even the most greedy, scheming politicians would think twice before crossing him.

He allowed himself a small, cruel grin.

“The world will bend for her… for me,” he murmured. “And everyone who dares interfere will regret it.”

Outside, the car glided through the dark streets, the city lights blurring past. Inside, Eric leaned back, hands folded, already calculating the next move.

Because for Eric, Lila wasn’t just a woman he desired. She was a piece on a board he intended to dominate- carefully, relentlessly, and without mercy.

And anyone-anyone-who thought they could stand in his way would soon learn exactly what that meant.

“Do you still not have proof of my wife’s infidelity?” Eric asked sharply, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

“Sir… your wife is very careful with her activities,” his assistant replied cautiously.

Eric let out a short, bitter laugh. He couldn’t blame them-his wife came from a powerful family with deep connections, even to the mafia. Snapping proof wasn’t going to be easy.

Even his best men had failed. Some were dead by morning, and whatever evidence they had managed to gather was destroyed before Eric could even lay eyes on it.

The frustration twisted in his chest, but he didn’t let it show too much. Control had always been his currency.

“Sir, you have dinner with her family tonight,” the assistant reminded him.

Eric smirked, a flash of cold amusement in his eyes. “Of course. They only care about one thing-an heir.”

He shook his head lightly, laughter escaping him this time. “And my wife… careful as she is, has managed to avoid getting pregnant. Clever girl.”

The car fell into a tense silence as Eric’s mind raced, already calculating the next move. The game wasn’t over -not by a long shot.

Because if his wife thought she could outmaneuver him…

She was about to learn just how relentless Eric could be.

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By night, Eric had fulfilled his duty, presenting himself as the devoted, loving husband in front of his wife’s family.

Sure, his wife was stunning-breath-taking, even-but Eric’s mind wasn’t on admiration alone.

As they drove back to their marital home, his gaze flicked to the man behind the wheel. He caught the driver stealing glances at his wife. A flash of irritation crossed Eric’s face.

Without a word, he pulled his wife closer, guiding her to straddle his lap.

“My apologies,” he murmured, his voice low and controlled. “I’ve been busy this whole month and haven’t had time with you. Let me spend this week with you. How about a little trip? Maybe a day at the beach…”

His hand rested lightly yet possessively on her waist, caressing her gently as their eyes met, a quiet understanding passing between them.

“I understand,” his wife murmured, her hand resting lightly on Eric’s chest. “No need to apologize. And as for the beach trip… it’s not necessary. Your work is more important.”

Eric’s lips curved into a slow, confident smile. “No,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Let me make it up to you, my love.”

Before she could respond, his lips met hers-soft, deliberate. He held her close, his hands steady yet possessive, ensuring she couldn’t pull away.

For a moment, the world outside the car ceased to exist. Only the quiet intimacy of the two of them remained -the gentle brush of lips, the warmth of a hand on a waist.

Then Eric’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.

The driver’s gaze had met his-a flash of anger, maybe jealousy, in the man’s eyes.

Eric didn’t flinch. Didn’t care.

In fact, something about the glance satisfied him.

A subtle reminder, he thought, that he alone had control. That no one-not even someone else who dared look-would claim what was his.

And with that certainty, he returned his attention to the soft weight of his wife in his arms, savoring the moment entirely for himself.

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