The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270

Inside the VIP room, nothing seemed to change.

Damon remained seated beside Maddy’s bed, his posture straight, his presence still as stone. The faint rise and fall of her breathing was the only indication that she was alive, yet even that felt distant-like something happening in another world entirely. Henry stood a few steps behind him, hands loosely at his sides.

Neither of them spoke.

The rain had grown heavier.

It tapped steadily against the window, each drop echoing softly through the quiet room. The rhythm was almost hypnotic-steady, patient, unrelenting.

Time stretched.

Moments passed.

Neither man knew what had just unfolded in the parking lot below.

Neither knew that a decision had already been made.

That a life had already been marked for erasure.

Far from the stillness of the hospital room-

Chaos ran through the streets.

The driver sprinted blindly through the rain.

His breath came in ragged bursts, chest tightening with every step. Water soaked

through his clothes, clinging heavily to his skin, slowing him down-but he didn’t dare

stop.

Not even for a second.

Because behind him-

Death followed.

Footsteps.

Measured.

Unhurried.

Relentless.

The sound alone was enough to send terror clawing up his spine.

Each step rang against the pavement with terrifying clarity.

Not rushed.

Not panicked.

Certain.

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He turned sharply into an alley.

Narrow.

Dark.

Barely lit by a flickering streetlamp at its entrance.

His shoes slipped slightly against the wet ground as he stumbled forward, pressing

deeper into the shadows.

“Damn it… damn it…”

His voice trembled.

His mind raced.

There was no plan.

No escape route.

Only instinct.

Run.

Hide.

Survive.

He pushed further into the alley-

And stopped.

A figure stood in front of him.

Still.

Unmoving.

The man held an umbrella in one hand.

Black.

Plain.

Shielding him from the rain that continued to fall rent

His other hand rested lazily in his trouser po

The driver froze.

The man’s face was partially obse

But his eyes-

His eyes glowed faintly in the darknes

Cold.

Sharp.

Unnatural.

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to the on

is gaze sharp as it scanned the

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The driver’s breath hitched.

A shiver ran violently through his body.

“Want me to help you?”

The man’s voice was calm.

Gentle, even.

But something about it felt… wrong.

Behind them-

The footsteps grew louder.

Closer.

Each one echoing like a ticking clock counting down to something inevitable.

“Please-!”

The driver collapsed forward, dropping to his knees, his hands clutching desperately at the man’s shoes.

“Please help me!”

His voice cracked.

Desperate.

Broken.

The man looked down at him.

Silent for a moment.

Then-

“Alright.”

His tone remained light.

Unbothered.

“Follow me.”

The driver didn’t hesitate.

He scrambled to his feet and moved behind the man, clinging to the only cha

had left.

Moments later-

The hunter arrived.

He stepped into the alley, his movements controlled, his gaze sharp as it scanned the surroundings.

Empty.

Too empty.

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He frowned slightly.

Then-

Movement.

At the far end of the street.

A man in a suit.

Walking calmly.

Holding an umbrella.

The hunter approached.

Slowly.

Quietly.

Until he was walking just behind him.

“Hey.”

His voice broke the silence.

“Have you seen a man in a white shirt?”

The man with the umbrella stopped.

Then turned.

“Yeah,” he said calmly. “He ran th

He gestured casually down an

“I offered him an umbrella..

The hunter stared at him.

Long.

Hard.

g his head slightly. “Bless you.”

something else.

“How careless,” th

“Oh?”

The r

“Id

The man s.

Softly

“I’m an orphan,” he replied. “But to

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A pause.

Then-

“If what you said is true… does that make you a murderer too?”

The hunter sneered.

Amused.

This was new.

An adult man.

So… naive.

So… clean.

It was almost laughable.

Because right here-

Right now-

He could end this man’s life.

Without hesitation.

Without consequence.

And yet-

He didn’t.

“Well,” the hunter said after a moment, shaking his head slightly. “Bless you.”

His tone carried a strange mix of mockery and something else.

“I hope you live a long… blissful life.”

He turned away.

“People like you… should be a role model.”

And then he left.

As he walked, his thoughts shifted.

Unbidden.

Unwelcome.

What if…

What if he had grown up like that?

With nuns.

With kindness.

With rules that made sense.

Would he have been different?

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Would his life have turned out another way?

He exhaled sharply.

Maybe.

Maybe he would have married that girl he once knew.

Protected her.

Kept her safe.

Maybe they would have had children.

Two.

Three.

A small family.

A quiet life.

But that wasn’t his reality.

His life-

Was trash.

His gaze dropped.

Footprints.

Fresh.

Clear in the mud.

He followed them.

Step by step.

Through twisting alleys.

Deeper.

Darker.

Until-

A gate.

Old.

Rusting.

Half-broken.

Beyond it-

An abandoned house.

Windows shattered.

Boards nailed haphazardly across some openings.

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The structure leaned slightly, as if it had long since given up resisting decay.

Inside the yard-

More footprints.

The hunter pushed the gate open.

It creaked loudly.

But he didn’t care.

He moved forward.

Following the trail.

The front door was slightly ajar.

He pushed it open.

Darkness greeted him.

But then-

A flicker of light.

He stepped inside.

The air was stale.

Heavy.

Smelling faintly of rot and damp wood.

He followed the mud trail.

Through the hallway.

Toward a room at the back.

He stopped at the doorway.

Peeked inside.

A fire burned in the fireplace.

And in front of it-

A figure.

Curled into a small ball.

Wrapped in a blanket.

Still.

The hunter stepped in.

Raised his gun.

Pointed it at the figure’s head.

The “driver” jolted slightly.

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As if waking.

But didn’t move.

Didn’t turn.

“Ah…”

The hunter’s voice softened slightly.

“This place is nice.”

He glanced around.

“Warm. Peaceful.”

The rain tapped steadily against broken windows.

Frogs croaked faintly in the distance.

The fire crackled softly.

He stared at the flames for a moment.

Lost.

Then-

He thought of the man with the umbrella.

He must have a home.

A warm place.

Maybe a wife waiting.

Maybe children.

Or a lover.

Someone.

“It must be nice,” the hunter muttered. “Going home… knowing someone is waiting for you.”

Silence.

Then-

He looked down at the figure.

“Tell me honestly,” he said. “Why were you trying to sabotage Henry?”

His voice sharpened slightly.

“I watched. I listened. There’s nothing between them.”

The figure spoke.

“I’ve been working for the Madam.”

The voice was wrong.

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Too even

“Henry’s sudden appearance is bad news

The hunter frowned.

“The organization needs to let go of Henry.”

Slowly-

The hunter reached down.

Grabbed the blanket.

Pulled it away.

And froze.

It wasn’t a man.

It was a doll.

Life-sized.

Lifeless.

Empty.

And yet-

The voice continued.

“Henry needs to be removed…”

The words repeated.

Distorted.

Like a broken recording.

“The Madam should be wary… of everyone….”

The hunter’s grip tightened.

“Everyone… including you…”

A chill ran down his spine.

“All who serve her… should rethink their path.”

The fire crackled.

Louder

Sharper

“The ending is near…

The voice looped

Again

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Again.

Again.

Each repetition heavier than the last.

The hunter stepped back.

Slowly.

For the first time-

Uncertainty crept into his mind.

Because this-

This wasn’t part of the hunt.

This was something else.

Something deeper.

Something already in motion.

And somewhere-

Far from this abandoned house-

Two men sat in silence.

Unaware-

That the shadows around them were no longer just watching.

They were speaking.

And the message-

Had already been delivered.

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