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The 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-04The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 51: Drunk encounter
LENA'S POV The ride home was a blur of city lights and soft music on low volume. The kind that filled the silence without asking for attention. I leaned my head against the window, Clara’s words echoing in my mind, warm and sweet like the last sip of wine still lingering on my tongue. I wasn’t drunk, not entirely. Just… light. A little fuzzy around the edges.Ah fuck. I'm drunk again. mum won't like this.As the cab pulled into the driveway, I noticed the lights in the parlor were still on. My stomach sank.“Mum,” I murmured, already knowing what I’d walk into.I brushed my head lightly to the side, before struggling to stand up from my seat.I paid the driver and stepped out, the night air sobering me slightly. The front door creaked open under my touch, and there she was—my mother—seated rigidly on the couch in her usual silk nightgown, a mug of untouched chamomile tea in her hand, and that trademark disapproving frown locked in place.“You’re late,” she said, not even looking up f
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-04The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 52: All night long.
LENA'S POV I slammed the door harder than I intended. The echo thundered through my room, a sharp punctuation to my anger that had already begun to unravel. I stood there, breathing heavily, my back pressed against the wood, and for the first time tonight, I felt... small.The room felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just the heat draining from my body after the outburst. I toed off my shoes and walked across the floor in silence, the hardwood creaking under my feet. My bed called to me, a haven where I could bury my thoughts, but as I collapsed into the sheets, guilt weighed heavier than any comfort the mattress could offer.Why did I yell at her?My throat tightened as the replay of our argument rushed through my mind like a storm on loop. My mother, standing there with soft eyes and shaking hands, only wanting a moment with me. And me? I’d snapped like she was the enemy.She didn’t deserve that. Not tonight.I turned on my side and curled into a tight ball, my fingers gripping
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-04The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 53: Across his face.
LENA'S POV The morning was slow and heavy, a quiet ache still lodged behind my eyes from barely sleeping. But work waited, and so I’d forced myself into a tailored cream blouse and navy slacks, pulled my hair into a neat low bun, and made it through two meetings before the air in my office shifted.My assistant, Ruby, knocked lightly on the door. “Miss Lena, there’s someone here to see you. Says it’s urgent.”I didn’t even look up from my laptop. “If it’s press, tell them we’re not giving a statement until next week.”“It’s… Harlin.”I froze.Of course.“Send him in,” I said, biting the inside of my cheek as I saved my draft and sat up straighter.The door opened, and Harlin walked in like he owned the place—polished, smug, and wearing that expensive cologne that always clung to him like arrogance. A tailored suit, a smirk tucked into the corner of his lips. The kind of man who thought his presence was a gift.“Lena,” he said, spreading his arms slightly, “I must admit, I expected a
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-04The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 54: Consultation.
LENA'S POV As soon as Harlin’s car vanished down the road, swallowed by the city’s hum, I turned to Kian, heart still thudding hard against my chest. The tension between them had left an aftertaste of something dark and unfinished. I couldn’t let it fester—not while Kian’s memory danced just beyond reach. Without a word, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside, ignoring the curious stares from Ruby and the others in the hallway. We moved quickly through the corridor until we reached the safety of my office. I shut the door behind us with a thud. “Kian,” I said, almost breathlessly, spinning to face him. “Tell me now. Do you remember him?” He blinked, as if waking from a fog, then slowly nodded. “Bits. Blurry. But it’s more than I’ve had in weeks.” “Sit,” I gestured to the chair across from my desk while I moved to grab a pen and the small brown leather notepad I kept tucked in the drawer. I never thought I’d use it for anything more than scribbled meeting notes or coffee o
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-04The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 55: Intimacies.
LENA'S POV The office had that slow, oddly quiet hum it sometimes got on Thursdays—when deadlines weren’t crashing down and the team took longer lunch breaks than usual. Outside my glass office, the rest of the floor was relatively empty, save for a few employees tucked in corners sipping coffee or pretending to work.I stood near the copier, flipping through a stack of draft reports, frustrated at the formatting. For some reason, every third page printed upside down. I muttered under my breath, slapping the side of the machine with more aggression than necessary.“Problem with your loyal assistant?” a familiar voice teased behind me.I didn’t have to turn to know it was Kian.“I swear this thing is cursed,” I replied. “And it hates me.”He leaned against the edge of the table beside me, arms folded, his smirk entirely too smug. “Or maybe you’re just too intimidating. Machines tremble in your presence.”“Oh please,” I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this.”“Immensely,” he said, chuc
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-04The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 56: Allert!
The streets blurred past as Harlin drove like a man possessed. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, breath coming in sharp, furious bursts. He could still see the look on Lena’s face from earlier—the glow in her cheeks, the way her lips curved up when she looked at him. Not at Harlin. At him.Kian.Alive.The man he thought had been dead for five years. The man whose yacht was found in pieces off the coast, whose name had been etched on memorial stones, whose empire had quietly crumbled until Lena took the reins and rebuilt what she could. And now, just like that, he was back. Wearing a suit, walking next to Lena like he hadn’t left behind a storm.Harlin's jaw clenched. The engine roared as he pushed the gas harder. It couldn’t be real. He had watched it happen. He had stood on the edge of the cliff and seen the boat go up in flames.He had made sure of it."But he’s back," he hissed under his breath.He veered into a narrow alley and parked behind the rundown warehous
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-05-05The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 57: Proposal
LENA'S POV The ride home was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. With Kian, silence somehow felt full. I leaned back in the passenger seat, legs crossed, arms loose in my lap, and watched him from the corner of my eye. The city lights reflected across his jaw, sharp and perfect, as he concentrated on the road. For a man who had once stumbled over every new memory like a foreign language, he now looked terrifyingly in control."You're driving really well," I said, breaking the calm hum of the engine. "When did you even learn how to drive?"Kian kept his eyes on the road but the corner of his mouth twitched up. "My father taught me," he said.The car slowed as we approached a red light, and suddenly, he turned to me. For a full second, neither of us moved or said anything. Just stared. It hit me then—that name, that word: father. Kian hadn’t spoken of him before. Not since the accident. Not since the lost memory. And now, he had.My breath caught in my throat. "Kian," I said softly, "do you
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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
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 65: Remember.
LENA'S POVIt had only been a week since Kian and I defined our relationship again, but the truth was, the ghosts of his past were still trailing us. I couldn’t shake the feeling that if we didn’t start pulling some of those pieces back together, we’d never feel solid.So I did what any self-respecting, curious woman would do.I brought in Clara.Clara had always had a talent for sniffing out truth, and she’d known Kian back then—before everything fell apart. If anyone could draw something out of him, intentionally or not, it would be her.The bar was dim but elegant, lit by rows of pendant lights and the flicker of tea candles in glass jars. Clara sat in the back corner booth like a queen surveying her domain, her eyes instantly narrowing on Kian the second we entered.We slid into the booth, Clara opposite Kian. She didn’t speak for the first ten seconds, just studied him."You look the same," she said finally. "Except... softer. Less guarded."Kian gave a slow nod, the corners of h
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 64: Memories.
LENA'S POV The weekend air was warm and sweet, touched with the scent of blooming grass and the distant murmur of bees. The clearing we picked for our picnic was wrapped in soft sunlight, the kind of light that made everything feel a little less heavy. Kian and I had barely been official for a week, but there was something about being with him today that made the world feel whole. We set up the blanket beneath an oak tree that leaned ever so slightly, like it was bending to listen. The basket between us was filled with lemonade, strawberries, a couple of sandwiches we haphazardly threw together that morning, and a container of fresh mango slices Kian insisted on adding, claiming, "They taste like joy." He stretched beside me on the blanket, one hand propping his head up, the other absentmindedly toying with the edge of my dress. His fingers moved like he was trying to remember something tactile, something he couldn’t quite name. "You’ve been awfully quiet," I said, brushing a s
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 64: Wahala
LENA'S POVThe water was still, glass-like, except for the gentle ripple trailing behind my fingers.I leaned back, submerged to my shoulders in the heated pool, the pale moonlight splintering on the surface. Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between my fingers, mixing with the rising steam in ghostly patterns.It was quiet here.No meetings. No calls. No sharp voices disguised as guidance. Just silence… and truth.And it hurt.My robe was discarded somewhere on the stone ledge. The cigarette pack lay open beside a half-full glass of scotch. I hadn’t planned to come out here tonight. I hadn’t planned to think. But some truths don’t wait for permission.They claw their way up through the fog, demanding to be heard.I closed my eyes and let myself sink a little deeper, the warm water hugging my collarbones. My other hand, free of the cigarette, drifted in slow arcs beneath the surface—aimless, like me.The truth wouldn’t stop whispering.They were working together.Grandfather and
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 63: Truth
LENA’S POVIt was nearly midnight when my phone rang.I stared at the screen, the contact glowing like a pulse in the dark: Grandfather.My chest tightened. He rarely called—messages, yes; a carefully chosen word dropped through Harlin now and then, definitely. But not a call. Not this late. And not directly.I picked it up on the fourth ring.“Lena.”His voice hadn’t aged a day. Still sharp, low, authoritative. A voice that could cut marble if it wanted to.“Grandfather,” I said, trying to mask the hesitation in my tone. “It’s late.”“I didn’t call to chat about the weather.”Of course not.My hand tightened around the phone. I was already walking toward the windows of my office, the city glittering below in sterile silence. I had stayed late tonight, clearing reports and re-reading old data. But the moment I heard his voice, every spreadsheet and deal felt miles away.“There’s been a noise in the wind,” he continued, slowly. “About a man. A ghost. They’re saying Kiander is alive.”I
The Lost Billionaire’s Lover Chapter 61: Ready
KIAN’S POV“Where did you find me, Mr. Alcante?”My voice hung in the air, sharp and unwavering.He stood by the window now, his back to me. The moonlight fell across his frame, catching the silver in his hair. For a man who always spoke in steady tones and gave answers like puzzle pieces, he suddenly looked… uncertain.I took a step forward.“You heard me,” I said, softer this time. “No riddles. No delays. Just the truth.”He didn’t move.Instead, he said, “In time, Kian. You’ll remember. That’s how the mind works. It doesn’t take orders—it reveals things when it’s ready.”“That’s not an answer,” I snapped. “You’re not even trying to lie. You’re just hiding it.”Still, he didn’t turn.The room was dim and quiet, except for the faint ticking of the old brass clock on the wall. My breath had calmed, but my heart hadn't. The dream still pulsed behind my eyes—Lena’s face, her father’s gaze, the feeling of falling. The cold that didn’t belong to sleep, but to something real. Something bu
