Todos os capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRES DARK SIDE: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The Ghost of AmeliaNatasha woke up with a scream.Her heart thudded like it wanted to escape her chest, her skin slick with sweat. The room was dark, quiet but she could still hear the faint echo of the name in the air.“Amelia…”It was the same voice she’d been hearing for days now, soft, haunting, like a whisper seeping through her dreams. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that woman’s face again: identical eyes, identical lips, identical everything.Except the woman wasn’t her.She was older. Sadder. Wiser.And always, she was saying the same thing, “Find me before he does.”Natasha sat up, pressing her palm to her forehead. “It’s just a dream,” she muttered. “Just a dream.”But deep down, she knew it wasn’t.There was something pulling her, something that made the walls of the Salvador mansion feel smaller each day. Ever since Derrick’s revelation, she’d been questioning every moment of her life. Every smile her father gave her. Every silence Lucas kept.Lucas…He’d been dis

The Mirrors ReflectionThe mansion was eerily quiet that night.Too quiet.Natasha couldn’t shake the chill that crawled up her spine as she replayed Derrick’s last words over and over in her mind, “Someone inside your mansion.”She had barely slept. Every creak of the wooden staircase, every whisper of wind against the windows felt like someone watching her.Lucas had doubled the guards. Cameras blinked in every corner. But none of it calmed her.Not when she felt the truth breathing down her neck.Downstairs, Lucas was pacing the study. The storm from the night before had passed, but a new one was gathering inside him. He hadn’t told Natasha that he recognized the signature in the message, the way the letter A had been written. It wasn’t just any A. It was the same mark he’d seen on old Salvador Foundation files- Project Mirror: Prototype A. Holt.Amara Holt.The first Mirror. The one who vanished. The one who wasn’t suppo

The Price of MemoryThe air inside Lucas’s car was thick with silence.Natasha sat rigid in the passenger seat, her fingers digging into the fabric of her dress, eyes fixed on the rain-smeared glass. The night outside was alive, restless, like the city itself was holding its breath.“Where are we going?” she asked quietly.Lucas’s jaw flexed. “Somewhere you should’ve seen a long time ago.”“Lucas, I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what this is about,” she snapped. “I’m done being led around like a secret.”He glanced at her, eyes burning with a mixture of guilt and determination. “You want the truth? You’ll have it. But after tonight, nothing will ever feel the same again.”The car slowed as they turned off the main road and entered a private lane hidden by towering trees. A steel gate scanned Lucas’s fingerprint before sliding open, revealing an underground entrance built into the hillside.The headlights illumina

The Third ReflectionThe storm raged above the hillside as Lucas and Natasha burst out of the underground tunnel. The wind tore through the night like it wanted to erase everything that had just happened. Natasha’s hair clung to her face, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.She looked back once, the steel doors were closing automatically, sealing the lab in darkness.“She’s still down there,” Natasha whispered, voice trembling.Lucas turned the ignition of his car, his jaw set. “And she wants you to go back. That’s her trap.”“I can’t just leave her”He cut in sharply. “Natasha, listen to me. Amara isn’t your sister, don’t think of her as that. She’s a weapon that learned to talk.”Natasha’s chest ached at his words. “But she’s me, Lucas. The same DNA, the same blood. What if what they did to her starts happening to me?”Lucas reached over, gripping her hand. “That’s not going to happen. I’ll burn every lab, every t

Ghosts of the PastThe rain had returned by evening, tapping gently against the windows of Silver Point Medical Center.Derrick Watson hadn’t moved from his chair in hours. The only light in his office came from the monitor, washing his face in a tired blue glow.The name on the screen- Dr. Adrian Salvador refused to disappear, no matter how many times he blinked.He leaned back, running both hands over his face. “Adrian Salvador died twenty years ago,” he muttered to himself. “He died.”But the signature wasn’t fake. Derrick had seen enough falsified files to know the difference. This one had the Foundation’s encrypted watermark, live and traceable.He exhaled slowly and clicked open another document. A video file. The timestamp read: Uploaded 02:14 A.M.He hesitated before pressing play.Static filled the screen first, then an image stabilized, a dim room, cold fluorescent lights. A figure in a lab coat moved in front