The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

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The first light of dawn slowly crept into the study, pale and quiet-but Damon hadn’t slept.

Not even for a second.

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The documents on the table remained untouched now, forgotten, as he walked out of the room and into the long, silent halls of the mansion.

Everything felt… wrong.

Too quiet.

Too empty.

His steps eventually led him to one place-

Damian’s room.

He paused at the door for a brief moment before pushing it open.

The faint scent of his son still lingered in the air.

Damon stepped inside, his gaze sweeping across the room.

Nothing was packed.

Nothing was taken.

Toys left where they were. Clothes untouched.

As if they had left in a hurry.

As if there hadn’t been time.

His jaw tightened.

Lila’s things-

Ina’s things-

All still there.

He walked slowly toward the bed and sat down, the mattress dipping under his weight. For a moment, he said nothing.

Then he leaned back slightly, his hand pressing into the sheets.

And there it was.

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Her scent.

Faint-but unmistakable.

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Damon closed his eyes, inhaling it deeply, as if trying to hold onto something that was already slipping away.

Silence wrapped around him.

Heavy.

Unforgiving.

“No matter what…” he murmured.

His voice was low, rough.

“I’ll drag you back.”

His fingers curled into the fabric beneath him.

“Even if I have to pull you out of hell myself.”

His eyes slowly opened, something dark settling within them.

“Even if it means burning this entire city down…”

A pause.

Cold. Final.

“…just to see you again.”

Because for Damon-

There was no world where Lila didn’t belong to him.

Damon moved to the dining room just as the maids finished setting the table.

The scent of freshly prepared food filled the air-but it did nothing to ease the tension that followed him in.

“Stand by the side,” he ordered.

The staff immediately lined up, heads lowered, hands clasped tightly in front of them.

Simon and Mark were already seated.

For the first time in days, they ate in silence-methodical, calm, as if this were just another ordinary morning.

It wasn’t.

Damon took his seat at the head of the table.

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“Does this mean…” he said slowly, his voice dangerously quiet, “that Ina and my son were taken…”

His gaze lifted-sharp, unforgiving.

“…just outside my property?”

No one answered.

No one dared to.

Because the truth was already there.

And Damon-

Had already understood.

Hurried footsteps echoed through the mansion halls.

Bryan arrived at the dining room, slightly out of breath.

“Madam-apologies, I-”

His voice faltered.

The staff stood lined against the wall, heads bowed.

At the head of the table sat Damon.

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Simon and Mark were eating-but in complete silence, their movements controlled, careful, as if even breathing too loudly would shatter something fragile… or provoke something dangerous.

Bryan felt it immediately.

The cold.

“Bryan.”

Damon didn’t raise his voice.

He didn’t need to.

“You’re not aware… that the madam is missing?”

Bryan froze.

“… No, sir,” he said quickly. “Madam didn’t say anything since last night. She returned after a long day at the office. We arrived here at exactly 10 PM.”

He forced himself to recall everything.

“She dismissed me after that, and I went back to my apartment. Since then… she hasn’t contacted me.”

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Damon said nothing.

Just listened.

Bryan continued, careful, precise.

“She didn’t appear unusual at the time.”

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Damon’s gaze shifted to the head maid.

“The madam refused dinner,” the head maid said immediately, her head still bowed. “She told us she had already eaten outside and went straight to the young master’s room. She also instructed us to rest early… so we did.”

Bryan frowned slightly.

“Madam ate at the office,” he added. “She asked me to buy takeout for her.”

A beat of silence.

Damon’s eyes darkened.

“Did she take any calls?” he asked.

Bryan nodded.

“There was one,” he said. “After that… her expression changed. It turned cold.”

“Did she say who it was?”

“No, sir.”

Silence fell again.

But this time-

It was sharper.

More dangerous.

Damon leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping once against the table.

One call.

A change in expression.

A lie about dinner.

Sending the staff away.

Going to Damian’s room.

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Then-

Gone.

His thoughts moved quickly, piecing everything together.

*She was called.*

*Something triggered her.*

*She prepared.*

His gaze lowered, cold and calculating.

*Ina… Damian…*

Then-

Jenny.

The young maid.

Her phone.

The photo.

Damon’s eyes narrowed slightly.

*Does that mean…*

*Lila, Ina, and Damian were forced to come out…*

*And Jenny saw it.*

Which was why-

She disappeared too.

Damon’s hand stilled.

Then slowly curled into a fist.

“They didn’t just take them,” he said quietly.

The room seemed to shrink.

“They erased witnesses.”

His gaze lifted-sharp, lethal.

“Find out who made that call,” he ordered.

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“And track every movement from 10 PM onward.”

A pause.

His voice dropped even lower.

“And if anyone…”

A dangerous stillness filled the air.

“…laid a hand on them-”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

He didn’t need to.

Because everyone in the room already knew-

What would happen next.

Damon broke the silence first.

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“Simon,” he said, his voice calm but absolute, “I’m giving you two days and two nights to finish reviewing the documents I gave you.”

Simon set his utensils down immediately. “Understood.”

Damon’s gaze shifted.

“Mark.”

Mark straightened.

“Check that phone. Find the owner of the car in that photo,” Damon said, tossing the device across the table.

Mark caught it without hesitation. “I’ll trace it.”

Damon stood.

The chair scraped softly against the floor, but no one moved.

“Bryan,” he added without looking back, “you’ll be working overtime today.”

“Yes, sir.”

Without another word, Damon turned and ascended the grand staircase, his steps steady, unhurried-but heavy with intent.

The entire mansion seemed to hold its breath as he disappeared toward the second floor.

He walked straight into the study.

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“Set up the table,” he ordered the guards stationed outside.

Inside, the room was already being transformed.

Screens. Maps. Files.

A war room.

Because this wasn’t just a search anymore.

It was a hunt.

And this time-

Damon wasn’t holding back.

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