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Chapter 42: Lunch.
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The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 43: Flashback.
KIAN'S POVIt was a stupid biscuit.At least, that’s what I thought until it hit my tongue – dry, coarse, too salty, like sea air and bad luck. Lena had handed it to me casually, teasing that it was a weird flavor she wanted me to try. Something experimental from the bakery down the street. I bit in, expecting nothing. And then everything cracked open.Salt. Water. Darkness. My lungs clawing for air.I froze.Chapter: Kian Memory FlashIt started with a biscuit.Salty. Crumbly. Dry.The kind of blandness that forces your mouth to acknowledge it. That’s what Lena handed me as I leaned across the edge of her desk, lazily brushing through the morning briefs. I took it with zero protest, mostly because her fingers grazed mine when she passed it.“Eat it,” she said with a crooked grin.And I did.But the moment it touched my tongue, something inside me pulled hard—like a rope snapping tight in a storm.It wasn’t the salt.It was the sea.************I was submerged.Frigid water invaded
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-03The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 44- Flashbacks.
The car slowed in front of a modest, weather-beaten home nestled between a dense cluster of trees and a gravel pathway. It wasn’t what Lena expected. Not at all.Her lips parted slightly in surprise, then parted further as her eyes scanned the chipped white fence, the rusted mailbox hanging by a single nail, and the patched roof that barely held its shingles. This couldn’t be right. This couldn’t be where Kian Davenport lived. The man she once loved—the man who used to be the shining star of Hudsonville’s elite, the presumed-dead billionaire, the polished, suave, captivating Mr. Kiander.Yet here they were. And there he sat, barely conscious, beside her in the passenger seat.She parked carefully, then turned to look at him. His face was pale. Sweat beaded across his forehead. His fingers twitched slightly. Something about the biscuit she gave him had triggered something—a deep, horrible memory he couldn’t yet put into words.The door of the house creaked open, and an old man stepped
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-03The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 45: Seduction
Kian lay quietly on the old wooden bed, the frayed mattress barely making a sound beneath him. The dim evening light sifted through the stained curtains of the small room, casting long shadows across the walls. Lena stood near the doorway for a while, arms folded across her chest, watching him silently. Her mind was clouded with everything that had happened—from the salty biscuit that had triggered his memory to the jarring revelation of where he truly lived.Kian had become stable, his breathing evened out, and the color slowly returned to his cheeks. There was a stillness in the room that didn’t ask for words. It was the kind of silence that carried weight, the kind that demanded introspection.Lena's heels clicked softly against the wooden floor as she approached his bedside. The room smelled of aged wood, salt from Mr. Alcante's fishing gear, and the faint trace of the cologne Kian used sparingly.She knelt beside the bed, her fingers brushing a lock of hair away from his face. He
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-03The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 46: A reason to believe.
Kian lay on the bed, his body finally at rest after the storm that overtook his senses. The dim light of the room painted soft shadows over his features, which had calmed since Lena had carried him up the stairs with concern cloaked around her like armor. Now, he looked up at her with a slight smile."I don’t mind a kiss from my boss," he said softly, his voice teasing but sincere. "Especially one I’ve fallen for—her work ethic, her fire, her impossible beauty, and her surprisingly human heart."Lena blinked, startled by the words, not expecting such raw honesty from a man who only moments ago had seemed completely undone. Her hand was still near his cheek from the kiss she had stolen, and she instinctively pulled it back. He wasn’t done."Although," Kian added with a slight grin, "if I’m being totally honest, I could do without the wine bottles and ashtrays."Lena narrowed her eyes, a mix of embarrassment and amusement flashing in them."Is that a light shame, Davenport?" she quipped
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-03The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 47- Home games
The sun peeked through the window slats, casting lines of golden warmth across the room. I turned over lazily, still groggy from the events of the day before. But what really kept me grounded in that moment wasn’t exhaustion or sleep. It was her. Lena was curled beside me, her dark lashes resting softly against her cheek. She looked peaceful. Effortlessly beautiful. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to disturb the silence that seemed sacred between us. It was one of those quiet afternoons where the light outside had dimmed to a soft gray, filtering through the worn-out curtains in my room. I had been lying down for most of the day, my head foggy with fragmented memories and a strange heaviness in my chest. Lena sat with me, legs tucked beneath her, shuffling a deck of cards absentmindedly. The gentle sound of the cards flicking against each other grounded me in the moment more than I realized. "You're not getting away with sleeping through the whole day," she said, her tone play
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-03The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 48- Movie night.
KIAN'S POV The movie flickered on the screen, casting soft golden light across Lena’s living room. The warm orange hue danced across her cheekbones, bringing a glow to her relaxed face as she curled up beside me on the couch. She had insisted we watch an old romantic drama she'd loved since college, something with violins and tragic love letters and slow, aching kisses.I didn’t care much for the plot. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.Lena had changed into something softer after dinner—an oversized navy sweater that hung low on one shoulder, revealing the delicate slope of her collarbone, and pajama shorts that barely brushed her thighs. Her hair was tied into a loose bun, and every now and then, a strand would escape and fall across her face. I’d brush it away gently, using the moment as an excuse to touch her.She rested her head against my chest, a bowl of popcorn half-forgotten between us. I could feel her breathing slow as the movie progressed, her body melting deeper into mine.
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-03The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 49: Alone
KIAN'S POV The quiet hum of the television faded into the background as Lena lay nestled against me, her breathing soft and rhythmic. Her hair tickled the underside of my chin, and I found my fingers tracing through the strands with a kind of reverence I didn’t fully understand. There was something about the way she fit against me, like a perfectly solved puzzle piece, that made the entire world feel still. Safe.I wanted to stay like that longer. Forever, maybe. But reality is always lurking."You should probably head back soon," I said gently, my voice low enough not to startle her. "Your employees might start to ask where you went."She stirred, eyes fluttering open like a slow sunrise. "Hmm?"I smiled, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. "You disappeared for a while. If anyone catches on, there might be rumors."Lena groaned lightly and sat up, stretching her arms over her head. I tried not to stare, but failed miserably. "Let them talk," she murmured, rubbing sleep from
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-04The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 50: Girl's night out.
LENA'S POV I stepped out into the night, the memory of our kiss still clinging to my lips like a half-remembered song. The cool breeze carried his scent, or maybe it was my imagination desperately trying to hold on. Kian hadn’t remembered me—not truly—but for a brief, breathless moment, it hadn’t mattered. In that kiss, there had been something raw, something real. Maybe it had awakened a sliver of what we used to be. Or maybe I was just fooling myself again. But I had to believe. I chose to believe. The streets of the city glittered with light as I made my way to the small rooftop bar where Clara waited. My heart felt like it was limping, tired and bruised, but still hopeful. Always hopeful. “There she is,” Clara beamed the moment she saw me. She was already halfway through her first glass of wine, her golden-brown curls catching the amber lighting like strands of honey. “Took you long enough, drama queen.” “I had drama to attend to,” I said with a soft laugh, pulling her i
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The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 74- LENA'S Day
LENA'S POV The scent of roses and warm lighting greeted me the moment I stepped through the restaurant doors. I paused, stunned. The place looked like something out of a dream—glass chandeliers sparkled above us, the wine glasses caught the candlelight like tiny stars, and the air held the delicate hum of a violin playing somewhere out of sight. Kian stood by the entrance, a soft smile playing on his lips, his hair brushed back neatly, dressed in a navy-blue suit that hugged his frame like it had been stitched just for him. I blinked twice. This wasn’t the man I dropped off at a wooden shack days ago. This wasn’t the man who barely remembered who he was. This man was... composed, radiant. Familiar. "You did this?" I asked, stepping closer, still in disbelief. He offered his arm. "Thought you deserved a night without stress. Besides, I’ve been saving." My heart ached at his sincerity. He wasn’t a billionaire anymore. Not officially. But he still treated me like royalty. We sat in
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 73: Games we play
After the race, we drove a short distance to a small roadside ice cream stand—the kind that never changes, with hand-painted signs and sticky counters. I parked the truck under a tree, and we both got out, our legs still buzzing from the race."Two vanilla cones," I said to the kid behind the stand.Mr. Alcante took his with both hands, as if it were the prize. He sat on a nearby bench and I joined him.We ate quietly at first, the cool sweetness cutting through the dry heat of the afternoon.Then he turned to me and said, "You're like the son I never had, Kian."The words landed softly, but heavily. I looked at him, seeing past the roughness to the warmth beneath."You sure about that? Because I'm pretty high-maintenance."He chuckled, but his eyes glistened. "Still worth it."I bumped his elbow with mine. "You're not getting all emotional on me now, are you?""No," he said, wiping his eye. "Just got ice cream in my eye. Happens."We laughed. We always laughed.That’s when the men ap
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 72- Race of life.
KIAN'S POV The morning sun glared off the windshield of the old rust-touched truck as I turned the ignition. The engine grumbled before letting out a reluctant growl, just like Mr. Alcante every time I suggested we replace it. He sat beside me, leaning against the passenger door, sunglasses on, wearing a weathered fishing cap that had more stories than half the folks in Hudsonville."You ready for this?" I asked, glancing over as the engine finally settled into a steady rhythm.He cracked a grin. "Been ready since '74. Back when gas cost less than a loaf of bread."I chuckled and pulled onto the dirt road that led away from our cottage. The town receded behind us, slowly swallowed by the trees and long stretch of highway that coiled along the coast like a silver snake. The sea shimmered in the distance, but today wasn't about the water. Today was about breathing, and giving the man who once saved my life a reason to smile."This truck has character," I said as the window rattled with
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 71: Work date
The morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of Whitmore Enterprises, casting streaks of golden light across the boardroom table. Kian stood beside Lena, a file in his hand and a fire in his eyes that hadn’t dulled since they entered the office. Across the table, a legal representative from a competing firm sat with a tight-lipped expression and a stack of documents nearly as thick as the tension in the room.The legal battle had been brewing for weeks. A competitor had filed a lawsuit claiming that a recent design prototype launched under Lena’s firm bore similarities to one of their unreleased concepts. Lena had kept her cool in front of the press, but inside, she was burning."We both know this is fabricated," Kian said, his voice low but strong."You’ll need more than intuition in court, Mr. Davenport," the rep responded with a smug smile.Lena tapped her pen against the notepad in front of her. "And you’ll need more than recycled arguments and coincidence to win.
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 70- The plot
The rain had stopped by the time Harlin pulled up in front of the Clementine estate. The sprawling mansion sat beneath the gray clouds like a lion at rest—imposing even in its silence. He stepped out of his car, adjusted the collar of his coat, and made his way past the iron gate that groaned open with the memory of old secrets.Mr. Clementine was waiting.He always was.The old man sat by the fireplace in the study, a glass of untouched scotch in his hand, the flames casting flickering shadows across the lines of his aged face. His cane rested against the leather armchair, but his posture was sharp, alert. He looked up as Harlin entered, his blue eyes unreadable."I assume this isn't a courtesy call," Clementine said.Harlin remained standing. "It's about Kian Davenport."The old man's eyes narrowed. He said nothing."He’s alive. Walking around like he didn’t vanish five years ago. Getting close to Lena again. Too close."Clementine raised the glass to his lips but didn’t drink. "You
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 69: The Sinister Plan
Harlin's POV The warehouse was dimly lit, the kind of place where shadows made promises and secrets were born in the silence between breaths. Harlin stood at the center, surrounded by six men in dark jackets, each of them brimming with energy, barely able to keep still. A single bulb swung above their heads, casting long, wavering silhouettes on the cracked cement floor.Maps, photos, and documents were spread out on a rusted metal table. At the center of it all—Kian's face. A clean shot from the last gala, sharp suit, unaware eyes. Harlin’s lips curled as he stared at it."He's too comfortable," Harlin muttered, tapping the photo with a gloved finger. "Back in the spotlight, surrounded by people who think he’s harmless. He’s not. He’s the problem."One of the goons, a burly guy named Torque, stepped forward. "We’re ready. Just give the word, and we’ll clean it up. Silent and clean. No trails."The others nodded, pumped with adrenaline, knuckles cracked, minds already running through
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 68: Let's go
KIAN'S POV The next morning, I woke with a sense of clarity I hadn’t felt in a long time. The previous night’s conversation with Mr. Alcante still echoed in my head, but it no longer weighed me down. It gave me purpose. A reason to act. He was still sleeping when I left the house. I scribbled a note, placed it on the kitchen counter, and tucked the blanket around him one last time before stepping out into the crisp morning air. The coastal breeze was stronger than usual, whipping through my shirt as I climbed into the truck. The roads were quiet this early, the world still shaking off the last traces of night. When I pulled into the small-town pharmacy, the bell above the door jingled as I walked in. The shelves were lined with everything from painkillers to vitamins, old carpet underfoot muffling my steps. And there she was. Behind the counter, the same woman who had helped me a few weeks ago when Mr. Alcante was in a bad medical state. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, gla
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 67: Truth to be told
KIAN'S POV The air was thick with the scent of salt and worn wood. Dusk had wrapped the coastline in a shade of burnt gold, the last fingers of sunlight trailing across the edge of the porch. Mr. Alcante sat where he always did around this hour—a chair that looked like it had been built before I was born, his back hunched slightly, a half-carved piece of driftwood in his hand. I stood in the doorway, watching him. For weeks, maybe months now, questions had twisted inside me like old ropes, frayed and knotted. But tonight, they felt like they might finally come undone. "Can I sit?" I asked. He didn’t look up, just nodded toward the empty chair beside him. I crossed the wooden floor slowly, the boards creaking beneath my steps. When I sat, I could feel the silence between us pressing in. It wasn’t uncomfortable—it was just heavy. "Where did you find me, Mr. Alcante?" He paused, the small knife in his hand freezing mid-whittle. "You know where," he said without looking at me. "I
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 66: Trust issues.
LENA'S POVThe tension in my chest didn’t fade after Kian walked off with Tara for their little discussion. If anything, it deepened, settling in the pit of my stomach like a stone I couldn’t digest. I returned to my office and dropped into my chair, mentally composing a hundred different messages I wouldn’t send.Then, without knocking, Clara entered.She was carrying two coffees and wearing that amused expression that said she was about to ruin me with honesty and caffeine."I saw your face from the elevators," she said, placing one of the cups in front of me and sliding into the chair across the desk. "Something’s up. And if I had to guess, it’s tall, charming, and temporarily memory-wiped."I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Tara.""The one with the kid and the silky voice?""That’s her."Clara took a slow sip. "What did she do?""Nothing technically," I muttered. "Kian bumped into her last week. Helped her son cross the road. Today, she’s talking about real estate partnerships and wa
