The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225

Chapter 225

Emily’s voice trembled as she leaned closer to Lila, the weight of her revelation pressing down on the room. “The organization… it’s not just a family matter,” she whispered, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. “It controls everything-power, wealth, even who is allowed to inherit. Daven… he wasn’t just cruel… he was part of something bigger. Something… dangerous.”

Across the estate, silence stretched like a living thing. Damon’s eyes fluttered open slowly, the dim light catching the sharp angles of his face. He rose, muscles coiled, and moved to the window, gazing down at Damian wandering the garden below, oblivious to the tension within the house.

The doctor, standing nearby, froze. His breath hitched as if he had seen a ghost. Damon turned his head, locking eyes with him, and a slow, deliberate smile curved his lips. The doctor’s instincts screamed to reach for his phone, to alert Lila immediately-but Damon’s voice stopped him..

“Not yet,” Damon said softly, almost tenderly. “My lovely wife…. she’s on the edge. I don’t want her to see me break her today.”

The doctor swallowed hard, nodding, and stepped forward to guide Damon to a seat. He began the routine- questions, tests, observations-all to check if Damon’s memory was intact. But as soon as the doctor’s gaze ⚫met Damon’s face, a chill ran down his spine. That smile… it was the same one Damon had when he intended

to strike, cold and lethal, and it was directed toward Aura.

“Call Bryan,” Damon said casually, his tone smooth, almost indifferent, as though making a phone call was an afterthought.

The doctor hesitated. “How long have you… awoken?” he asked, his voice trembling under the weight of the revelation.

Damon leaned back, relaxed, yet radiating danger. “Just last month,” he said plainly. “While all of you were busy… and forgot that I’m still here… still breathing.”

The doctor’s hands shook as he scribbled notes. “So… you heard what Lila said?”

Damon’s gaze was unwavering, his smile curling just slightly, enough to unsettle the doctor completely. “Yes,” he said. “I heard everything… clearly.”

Bryan’s phone buzzed sharply against the polished wood of the boardroom table. He glanced down, frowning. It was the doctor. His message was curt, urgent: Do not let Lila hear what I’m about to tell you.

Bryan excused himself, muttering something about needing air, and slipped quietly from the boardroom. The hallway was dimly lit, the shadows stretching long across the marble floors. Outside, night had deepened into an almost suffocating darkness.

His fingers trembled as he held the phone tightly, dialing the doctor’s number. His heart hammered in his chest, each beat echoing the unease that had taken root in his gut. Something was very, very wrong with Damon.

When the call connected, Bryan didn’t hesitate. “Doctor… what’s wrong with him?” His voice was low but urgent, cracking with tension.

A long, agonizing silence followed. Bryan swallowed hard, glancing over his shoulder as though the shadows themselves might answer. Then a voice-cold, deliberate, unmistakable-cut through the line.

“Mr. Secretary,” Damon said.

Bryan froze, his hand tightening around the phone until his knuckles whitened. The world seemed to tilt, the hallway narrowing into a tunnel of dread..

“Sir…?” he managed finally, his voice trembling but gaining control,

“Yes. It’s me,” Damon’s voice continued, smooth and eerily calm, carrying the weight of authority and something darker underneath. “Listen carefully to what I am about to say.”

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Chapter 225

Bryan’s pulse thundered in his ears. He nodded to himself, though Damon couldn’t see him. “I’m listening,” he said, every nerve on edge.

Damon’s voice dropped lower, deliberate, each word slicing through the air like a blade. “Bryan… you must understand everything I’m about to reveal. Nothing can leave this call. Nothing. Not a word to Lila. Not yet. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. I understand,” Bryan whispered, gripping the phone so tightly he thought it might shatter in his hands. “Good,” Damon said, and for a moment, the line was filled with silence again. But that silence was heavy, filled with intention and menace, and Bryan’s chest tightened with the knowledge that what he was about to hear could change everything… forever.

Meanwhile, in the boardroom, Emily sank to her knees, her hands clasped together, voice trembling with desperation.

“Lila… please,” she pleaded, tears streaking her face. “I’m begging you… keep Ethan safe. … I can’t trust Arthur anymore.”

Lila looked down at her, her expression steady but full of quiet strength. “I will keep him safe,” she answered firmly.

Emily’s shoulders sagged with relief. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, the weight of her gratitude pressing heavily in the room.

Tonight, Lila added, her tone measured and calm, “Tonight, you’ll be going to where Maddy is.”

Just then, Bryan returned to the room, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Lila’s gaze immediately fell on him, sharp and unwavering. Feeling her eyes on him, Bryan forced a faint, reassuring smile and wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief before taking a seat.

“Is there a problem, Bryan?” Lila asked, her voice soft but commanding.

Bryan avoided her eyes, shaking his head. “No… there is none,” he muttered, tension still coiled tightly in his

posture.

“So, tell me,” he said carefully, “what do you want me to do?”

Lila stared at him for a long, silent moment, letting the weight of her gaze settle on him, before speaking with authority.

“Prepare a boat for Emily and contact Rose,” she said, her voice leaving no room for question. “As for Ethan… let’s ask for Margaret’s help to legalize the adoption of Ethan into the Blackthorne family.”

She stood, graceful and determined, and returned to her office, where Ethan lay curled on the sofa, small and fragile. His tiny body seemed to embody innocence itself, and Lila’s heart clenched. She knelt beside him, brushing a gentle hand over his cheek, her touch light but full of protective resolve.

“Don’t worry, little one,” she murmured softly. “You’re safe now… I promise.”

The boardroom seemed to exhale a quiet tension, every plan laid, every alliance forming, yet outside, the night continued to deepen-dark, heavy, and filled with shadows that none of them could yet see.

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