The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195

Chapter 195

The room was silent except for the faint sound of pen against paper.

Daven sat behind his desk, signing another round of contracts with practiced precision. Across from him, a man sat perfectly still on the couch, watching him-calm, composed, and unreadable.

“You’re going to South City,” the man said.

Daven didn’t look up. “For what?”

“You’re meeting your fiancée’s family.”

The pen stopped.

Daven stared at his signature, the ink still fresh, as if the answer might be written there. Seconds passed before he finally spoke.

“Alright,” he said after a long pause.

The man’s gaze hardened slightly. “Also… stop bothering them.”

That made Daven look up. Slowly, he set his pen down on the desk.

“What do you mean?”

“I know what you’ve been doing these past few weeks,” the man said, his voice steady but cold. “Don’t ever make the same mistake those fools did-dragging everything back into the hole.”

Daven leaned back slightly, tension creeping into his expression. “I just wanted him to work for me,” he said.” We could bring him into Foster Technology. That guy was brilliant.”

“That is not your job.”

The man stood, his presence immediately filling the room.

“Your job is to cover for us,” he continued, his tone sharpening, “and take whatever we give you.”

He walked over to the desk, gathered the signed documents, and handed them to his assistant without hesitation.

“Foster Technology can wait,” he added, his voice carrying a clear warning.

Daven clenched his jaw, then nodded. “Alright.”

But something still lingered in his mind.

“What about Damon?” Daven asked. “I haven’t heard anything… that he’s dead.”

Ever since the incident, there had been nothing-no confirmation, no body, no closure.

The man paused briefly, then turned away.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said.

And with that, he left the room.

The door closed softly behind him.

Daven remained seated, staring at the empty space where the man had stood, his thoughts turning restless.

Something about this wasn’t right.

And deep down-

he knew it wasn’t over.

At the far edge of Wago City, where the streets gave way to silence and the silence gave way to trees, a mansion stood hidden from the world.

It wasn’t abandoned.

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It was protected.

Tall iron gates, unseen cameras, and guards who never spoke of what they were guarding.

Inside, the air was cold and still.

In one of the upper rooms, Damon lay motionless on a bed.

His chest rose and fell slowly-too slowly. Each breath felt borrowed, fragile, as if it didn’t quite belong to him anymore. Tubes ran from his arms, machines surrounding him, their steady hum filling the room with a mechanical heartbeat.

A machine beeped softly.

Again.

And again.

The only proof he was still alive.

A doctor stood beside the bed, adjusting the monitors with careful precision. His movements were routine, but his eyes lingered longer than necessary.

“Kid… wake up,” he whispered.

No response:

It had been a month since the ambush.

A quiet afternoon, a coffee shop, nothing out of place-until everything was. No witnesses who remembered clearly. No suspects. Just blood, broken glass…

And Damon, barely alive.

The doctor exhaled slowly and glanced toward the window.

Outside, the trees swayed gently, hiding the mansion from anyone who might wander too close. The world beyond continued as if nothing had happened.

As if Damon had never mattered.

“You’re lucky,” the doctor muttered, looking back at him. “Not many survive what you went through.”

The machines continued their steady rhythm.

“Your wife… she’s capable,” he added, almost thoughtfully. “You did a great job choosing her.”

A faint smirk tugged at his lips.

“I heard they’re… different. Powerful. Dangerous.” He shook his head slightly. “How did you even win her?”

No answer.

Only silence.

The doctor sighed, his expression softening just a little as he looked down at the man lying there.

Then his voice dropped.

“You need to wake up,” he said quietly. “Your kid needs a father.”

For a moment, it almost sounded personal.

Like a plea.

Then he straightened, the emotion gone as quickly as it came.

Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room.

The door clicked shut.

Silence returned.

Only the machines remained.

Beep.

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Beep.

Beep

Seconds passed.

Then-

A twitch.

Barely noticeable.

One finger moved.

Then stilled.

The machine’s rhythm faltered for just a fraction of a second… before returning to normal.

Outside, the wind shifted.

And somewhere deep within the mansion-

something had just begun.

Maddy never took the pills.

Not a single one.

Instead, she hid them beneath her bed-carefully tucked away where no one would think to look. Every dose Daven had given her, every instruction she was supposed to follow… ignored.

And somehow-

she got better.

Over the next few months, the numbness in her muscles began to fade. Slowly at first, almost unnoticeable. Then more clearly. Her fingers responded again. Her legs no longer felt like foreign weight dragging her down.

She could feel.

She could breathe.

She could think.

The nurse noticed.

And she helped.

Quietly.

Carefully.

Every visit, the nurse would bring vitamins instead-small, harmless things disguised in routine. A risk she

shouldn’t have taken.

“Thank you,” Maddy whispered one afternoon, her voice still soft but no longer fragile.

The nurse hesitated.

“Miss Maddy…” she said, her eyes filled with worry. “I’m afraid next time, I won’t be the one coming here.”

Maddy looked up. “Why?”

There was something in the nurse’s expression-fear, and something deeper. Guilt,

“I’ll be resigning,” she said quietly. “I’ll be working at a hospital soon.”

Her gaze flickered briefly-toward the door.

“I just… thought you should know.”

Before Maddy could respond-

The door opened.

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The doctor stepped inside.

Silence fell instantly.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, his tone calm but sharp.

The nurse straightened, forcing composure, though her heart pounded violently in her chest. “I was informing Miss Maddy that I won’t be around anymore,” she said. “It’s only right to give her a heads-up.”

The doctor’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary.

Then-

“Right,” he said.

He stepped closer to Maddy.

Too close.

Without asking, he reached down and examined her legs, his fingers pressing lightly against her skin. His expression shifted almost immediately.

The color had returned.

The life.

. “This is not good..” he murmured.

Maddy stayed still, her pulse quickening.

“Did you take the pills I gave you?” the doctor asked, his eyes lifting to meet hers.

For a moment, everything seemed to freeze.

Behind her, the nurse held her breath, silently pleading.

Don’t say it.

Don’t tell him.

Maddy felt it-the weight of the question, the danger behind it. She knew, deep down, that the pills had never been meant to help her.

They were meant to keep her weak.

Controlled.

“Yes,” Maddy said.

The lie came out steady.

The doctor stared at her.

One second.

Two.

Three.

Then his gaze shifted-to the nurse.

A silent warning passed between them.

“Good,” he said finally. “Keep taking them.”

A pause.

“I’ll increase the dosage.”

The words landed like a quiet threat.

Maddy’s fingers tightened slightly against the bedsheet-but she said nothing.

“I’ll report your improvement to your husband,” the doctor added as he stood.

Husband.

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The word felt wrong.

Heavy.

Like a chain.

“Please help her return to her room,” he said, turning to the nurse.

Maddy frowned slightly. “We don’t have a session today?”

The doctor paused at the door and looked back at her.

Then he smiled.

It was warm.

Too warm.

“You’ve been working very hard, Miss Maddy,” he said. “It’s not bad to take a rest.”

-And then-

he left.

The door closed.

. Silence returned.

But this time, it wasn’t empty.

It was suffocating.

The nurse let out the breath she had been holding, her hands trembling slightly.

“He knows something,” she whispered.

Maddy didn’t respond immediately.

Her eyes were fixed on the door.

On the place where the doctor had stood.

“He’s watching,” the nurse added, fear creeping into her voice. “You need to be careful.”

Maddy slowly shifted, her body still weak-but no longer powerless.

Under the bed…

the pills waited.

Proof.

Evidence.

Danger.

Her gaze hardened just slightly.

“I won’t take them,” she said quietly.

Not again.

Not ever.

And for the first time in months-

Maddy wasn’t afraid.

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