The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 141

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Chapter 141

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Damon sat there, motionless, the silence pressing in around him despite the distant echoes of chaos outside.

Is this how she chose to run…?

His grip tightened slightly against his knee.

But why?

We were good before I left the estate?

Was she force?

Did they use Damian?

Is this the reason why she’s rejecting his call?

No, Mark was able to contact her.

And Bryan, he did not inform him anything.

Does she not trust Bryan?

His mind moved quickly, piecing together possibilities.

Who took her? Who put her on that stage?

Who force her? Who Whispered on her ears?

A name surfaced.

Eric Bjorn.

His eyes darkened.

If Lila had written that note… if she had the time, the awareness-

Then this wasn’t simple..

It meant she was conscious.

Aware.

Thinking.

Does that mean Eric knows where she is?

“Sir, it’s no longer safe here,” one of his men said urgently from the door.

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Damon didn’t respond immediately.

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Instead, he stood slowly, folding the paper with deliberate care before slipping it into his pocket.

“Was she forced…” he murmured under his breath. “Or was it her choice?”

A pause.

His jaw set.

“Either way… I want answers.”

He turned, his presence filling the room once more-cold, absolute, dangerous.

His voice dropped, but it carried a quiet, terrifying certainty.

“I will find you,” he said, as if she could hear him. “And I will drag you back again and again until you understand-”

His eyes hardened.

“-you are my only wife in this lifetime…and the next”

Silence.

“If your mind has forgotten…” he continued, softer now but no less intense, “then I’ll remind you.”

His gaze flickered with something darker-something unhinged beneath control.

“If I have to follow you into hell barefoot… I will.”

A faint, humorless smile touched his lips.

“I’ll tear you out of death itself if I need to.”

His voice sharpened.

“You don’t get to die unless I allow it.”

The air turned suffocating.

“No man will ever have you,” he went on. “Unless his name…. his blood… screams mine.”

A beat.

“No one will ever love and adore you the way I do.”

The words echoed against the empty walls.

Then, just as suddenly, the intensity vanished.

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Damon turned and walked out.

And this time-

He wasn’t hunting enemies anymore.

He was hunting his wife again.

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That night, Damon made sure everyone in the underground remembered one thing-

Blackthorne was not a name to be taken lightly.

No one walked away unscathed.

Those who begged for mercy found none.

Those who tried to negotiate were answered with bullets.

Damon had no patience for words.

No time for games.

His only focus now-

Was Lila.

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When he finally stepped out of the building, a gun still clutched in his hand, blood stained his shirt and soaked into his shoes. Behind him, flames began to consume everything, the fire rising fast-hungry, unforgiving.

The empire of men who thought they could touch what was his…

Burned.

Damon didn’t look back.

He stood there, watching the fire reflect in his cold, unfeeling eyes.

“Damon.”

Mark’s voice cut through the crackling flames.

Damon turned slightly.

Mark and his men had just arrived, tension evident in their stance as they took in the destruction.

“What are you doing here?” Damon asked calmly.

Mark exhaled, his gaze flickering briefly to the burning building before returning to him.

“Cindy,” he said. “She’s one of them.”

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Damon’s expression didn’t change.

“There’s a large bounty out,” Mark continued. “For confirmation that both you and Richard are dead. Cindy lured you out tonight to make it happen.”

A pause.

Damon’s grip on the gun tightened slightly.

“Do they know my father is already dead?” he asked.

“No,” Mark replied. “All they know is that both you and your father are still alive.”

A faint, dangerous smile touched Damon’s lips.

“Good.”

He turned his gaze back to the fire, watching it consume what remained.

“Let them believe that,” he said. “Let them think we’re very much alive.”

His voice dropped.

“It’ll make this more interesting.”

Then-

His eyes shifted.

Landing on the car parked a short distance away.

Inside-

Cindy.

Damon’s gaze turned colder.

Sharper.

Predatory.

And without another word-

He started walking toward her.

“Call your sister.”

Damon’s voice cut through the tension-cold, absolute.

Mark didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his phone and dialed Lila’s number.

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One ring.

Two.

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Then-

Nothing.

The line dropped.

Mark frowned, trying again, but the result was the same.

Unreachable.

“…Lila, where are you?” he murmured under his breath, frustration creeping in.

Nearby, Damon had already dialed another number.

Ina.

The call didn’t go through.

His grip on the phone tightened before he lowered it slowly, his expression unreadable.

The drive back to the estate was silent.

Heavy.

Suffocating.

Damon sat in the backseat, eyes forward, mind running through possibilities-but none of them settled.

How will I tell Mother….?

Lila was gone.

Again.

And this time-

It wasn’t simple.

By the time Damon’s private plane landed in Belair City and he returned to the estate, the night had deepened into something darker.

Simon was already there.

Waiting.

Damon didn’t waste time. He walked straight inside, his presence enough to make the air in the estate tighten. Simon followed closely behind as they headed toward the study.

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Mark remained in the living room for a second too long.

“Mark.”

Damon’s voice came from above.

Sharp.

Cutting.

Mark looked up.

Damon stood on the second floor, staring down at him-his gaze like a blade.

Mark immediately moved, following them into the study.

The moment he stepped inside-

Damon threw a stack of documents onto the table.

“Review it,” he said, signaling Simon.

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Simon stepped forward, flipping through the pages quickly, his expression growing more serious with each second.

Damon said nothing after that.

He leaned back slightly, tilting his head as his eyes drifted toward the ceiling.

Blank.

Distant.

For the first time that night-

There was no anger.

No violence.

Just a quiet, unsettling thought lingering in his mind.

Was everything I did… still not enough to reach her?

Silence filled the room.

But beneath it-

Something far more dangerous was building.

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