All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRES DARK SIDE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

PROLOGUEThe night the world ended for Lucas Salvador was the night the rain refused to stop.Thunder cracked over San Francisco’s glittering skyline, but he barely heard it. Seventeen and stubborn, Lucas stood soaked to the bone outside the charred remains of the construction site his father had managed for over a decade.Police lights splashed red and blue against the slick pavement. Officers huddled under umbrellas, their murmured voices lost in the storm.He could still smell the fire.Still taste the smoke clogging his lungs.Still hear his mother’s screams as she fought to reach his father before the scaffolding collapsed.Gone. Both of them. Without a chance to say goodbye.“Mr. Salvador,” a detective said, approaching cautiously, as though Lucas might shatter under the weight of one more truth.“We haven’t found any bodies.”The words lodged in his chest, jagged and raw.“What are you saying?” Lucas rasped.The

Ghost in the WallsThe morning sun was an unwelcome intruder.Natasha woke with the taste of fear still lingering on her tongue.The memory of Lucas cradling that old photograph was burned into her mind.Sixteen. He had known her, watched her since she was sixteen.The knowledge sat heavy in her chest, making it hard to breathe.She rolled out of bed, ignoring the luxurious amenities, the silk robe, the fresh breakfast tray delivered silently to her room. All of it felt poisoned now, all gilded chains.Her phone buzzed against the nightstand.Unknown Number:You’re not safe there. Trust no one. Not even him.Natasha’s blood ran cold.She sprang from the bed, checking the windows, the door. But everything was locked, pristine.Who is sending these messages?And how do they know so much?Was it someone inside the Salvador estate?Or worse, someone Lucas knew about but was choosing to ignore?________________________________________

The Weigh of Secrets The moonlight splashed across Natasha’s bedroom as she sat cross legged on the floor, her laptop open, papers strewn around her like fallen leaves.She hadn't been able to sleep.Not after the confrontation with Lucas.Not after the way he looked at her, like she was his salvation and his damnation all at once.The air still seemed to hum with the echo of his whispered warning."You have no idea how deep this goes."Natasha’s fingers hovered over her keyboard.She had dug through dozens of online databases, old newspaper articles, court records.Yet Amelia Jr. Raymond remained a ghost . No social media, no photos, no obvious paper trail.Only a single hospital record from a few years ago, marked confidential.A pregnancy.But no record of the child.She exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling under her skin.Someone had gone to great lengths to bury Amelia Jr.’s existence.But why?And what was her father’s role

Whispers in the MansionThe Salvador mansion was too quiet for comfort.Silence had a way of speaking in Lucas’s house, a kind of language Natasha had come to recognize. Each creak in the marble floors, each sigh of wind through the velvet curtains, seemed to carry secrets from generations buried under gold and guilt.She walked slowly through the east corridor, her slippers whispering against the cold floor. A single lamp glowed at the end of the hallway, casting a faint amber halo over a portrait she had somehow never noticed before.A woman stared back at her from the painting, her eyes hauntingly familiar. The resemblance was unsettling, the same curve of jawline, the same soft brown eyes. But the name etched at the bottom in faded ink made her heart stall.Amelia Raymond.Her mother’s name had been Cassandra Raymond. Amelia was a name she’d only recently seen… on a birth certificate she wasn’t meant to find.Natash

The House of GlassThe night sky hung heavy over Silver Point Medical Center, thick with mist and quiet dread. Derrick sat alone in his office, the glow of the computer screen washing his face pale. His fingers hovered over the document that had changed everything.“PRIMARY GUARDIAN: L. SALVADOR.”The name burned into his mind like a curse.He leaned back, exhaling shakily. Lucas Salvador wasn’t just Natasha’s husband. He was the keeper of her very existence.Derrick’s throat tightened. Everything, the strange gaps in Natasha’s medical records, Lucas’s obsessive control, even Clifford Raymond’s financial collapse, now connected to one monstrous truth. Project Mirror hadn’t ended. It had evolved.He copied the last of the decrypted files onto a flash drive, labeling it with trembling hands, “Amelia Protocol.” If something happened to him, Natasha had to know the whole truth, even if it broke her._______________________