All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S LIES: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

The sun came up in the morning and shone through the filmy kitchen curtains of the Thompson home, heating the room. The scent of hot coffee mingled with the smell of bacon cooking and the maple syrup sweetness. The tinkle of utensils and soft murmur of family chatter filled the kitchen.Eliana was seated in the table chair, her hand hidden beneath Damian Wolfe's under the blanket. Their union was a peaceful anchor amidst the family storm. Damian sported his signature tight black pants and dark collared shirt, his very stance emitting the serene bodyguard. The slight sheen of fear on his forehead, however, masked the storm within his mind. Damian had experienced a few bodyguard dilemmas, but coping with Eliana's family was uncharted ground.Sabrina, Eliana's mom, was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes with ease. Her gaze, however, was focused on the interaction between her daughter and Damian."So, Damian," she began, her tone airy but inquiring, "how long have you two been datin

The peaches' sweetness still lingered on their tongues when the sun finally set, bleeding amber and violet strokes across the horizon. The house fell silent—the laughter earlier now only a faint echo within the walls. Saben had dozed off on the couch, snoring into a throw pillow, while Grandma Wendy worked in the corner, scanning over her yarn but wide-eyed as Damian and Eliana crept out the back door again.Outside, night was crisp, kissed by dew and the delicate perfume of jasmine twining around the garden trellis. Damian led Eliana along the stone path to the old wooden bench hidden beneath the gentle hug of ivy and the protective shadow of towering oaks.They sat shoulder to shoulder in the silence, letting the cradle of cicadas and wind chimes lull over them. Damian brushed his fingers against hers, his thumb sweeping across her knuckles."Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice low but threaded with concern.Eliana breathed slowly, carefully. "I should be asking you that. You just s

The Thompson estate was alive and kicking that Sunday afternoon.The sun cast golden light onto the big garden, where the family had gathered around the long table under the gazebo. The smell of just-cut roses mingled with the smell of freshly baked treats and roast beef. Eliana's laughter carried across the air for a moment—light, real, and unselfconscious—as she chatted with Damian next to the buffet table.But not everybody was laughing.At the far end of the table, seated on intricately carved chairs, sat Grandma Wendy and Grandma Leila, two powerful women with different views—but both fiercely protective of their granddaughter.“I’m happy if she’s happy,” Leila said gently, sipping her tea, her eyes on Eliana across the lawn. “That’s all we’ve ever wanted, isn’t it?”Wendy, queen-like in her pearl earrings and sharp cream blazer, didn't respond immediately. Her gaze stayed fixed on Eliana and Damian."Suppose," Wendy said at last, her tone strained. "But being happy doesn't neces

Nathaniel Harper sat on the edge of his bed, with his feet bare, elbows on his knees. His penthouse was still, dark, and abnormally chilly. The curtains were half closed, admitting the soft blue twilight from the skyline, but he no longer saw the view. Not since Eliana.The business conference had concluded. The world had applauded, toasted, and networked. Everyone had left with deals and contacts.But not him.He had taken a lesson with him. One he learned too late.Love doesn't wait.He took a long breath, gazing at the floor as if it would provide him with answers. On the bedside table rested the watch Eliana had once given him—a clean, elegant model inscribed on the back with a quote: "Time reveals what words cannot."How ironic.Time hadn't revealed anything. It had simply… slipped through his fingers.He rose slowly, moving across the room to pour himself a glass of bourbon. The apartment rang with every step. The quiet no longer seemed peaceful—it felt like absence.He walked o

Meanwhile, back at the Thompson compound.The chandelier above the long mahogany table sparkled beautifully, casting golden glows upon the roasted duck, truffle pasta, garden salad, and a casserole that smelled ominously like Grandma Wendy's infamous "experimental lasagna."Eliana cast a slant eye over her wine glass, nudging Damian beside her. "If Grandma gives you something out of that blue dish. just smile and tell her you're full, politely."Damian's eyebrow flickered. "Why? Is it toxic?""Not toxic. Just. not trustworthy," she drew a breath with a smile. "Last time was blueberry and tuna.""God protect us all."Next to them, Benedict Thompson, Eliana's father, cleared his throat.Everyone stagnated.He looked directly at Damian, eyes unwavering, hands together. "So, Damian, how long have you been in security?"Eliana tensed beside Damian, her fork poised halfway to her mouth.Damian did not flinch. "Twelve years. I started out in private detail for foreign diplomats. Transitioned