Semua Bab The Billionaire's secret heir: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The shadow at the top of the stairs didn’t move. It simply watched. The dim basement light flickered across Leon’s face, revealing the same sharp cheekbones Damian remembered, the same mocking curl of a smile—but now tempered with something far more dangerous. Something deliberate.Julian trembled in Damian’s arms, eyes wide as they reflected Leon’s own faintly glowing gaze. The air in the basement seemed to hum, electric, alive, responding to Julian in a way that made every hair on Damian’s neck stand on end.Sienna’s voice trembled. “Leon… why are you here? Why now?”Leon tilted his head, the faint light catching the cold amusement in his eyes. “Why? Because, Damian… the boy is ready. He’s responding faster than I anticipated. And we can’t waste time.”Damian’s fist tightened around the small of Julian’s back. “Ready for what? What did you do to him?”Leon’s laugh was soft, almost pleasant, but it carried the weight of a threat. “Did I do something to him? No. He’s… evolving. And he

The basement trembled violently as Damian, Sienna, and Julian followed Atlas through the crumbling floor, the air thick with dust and the lingering hum of Julian’s energy. Concrete fragments rained from the ceiling, and sparks erupted from ruptured wires as the house seemed to convulse under the force of the shadow and Leon’s presence.Julian clung to Damian with trembling arms, his glowing eyes flickering in rapid pulses. Every breath he took seemed synchronized with the distant pounding of the shadow. Each pulse of energy he released echoed through the walls like a warning to something far older, far darker than anything Damian had faced.Atlas moved with calm precision, almost gliding over the broken floorboards and fallen debris. His presence was commanding, each step purposeful, radiating a strength Damian could not ignore. “Keep him focused,” Atlas ordered, eyes locked on Julian. “He’s fragile under stress, but that fragility is the key. If we guide him, we can channel the energ

Damian barely slept.Even when the night was silent, his mind wasn’t. He kept replaying Sophia’s face — not the woman he once loved, but the woman she had become. Her eyes held a coldness that didn’t exist years ago. Her voice carried a bitterness sharp enough to draw blood. Whatever Elias had done to her… whatever story he had fed her… it had worked too well.Sienna stirred beside him, her head on his arm, breathing soft and steady. He looked at her — the woman who brought light into all the broken corners of his life. The woman who made him believe in second chances. The woman his enemies now wanted to use against him.Where Sienna lay, peace hovered.Where he sat, war waited.He ran a hand over his face and exhaled slowly.He thought he had buried the past.But the past had dug itself out — wearing Elias’s grin and Sophia’s voice.A soft knock came against the bedroom door.Damian gently lifted Sienna’s head and laid her on the pillow. The instant the mattress shifted, Julian — who

The drive to the old Cavendish hotel felt longer than any journey Damian had taken in his life. Not because of the distance, but because the silence inside the car was heavy enough to bend metal.Kenneth drove with both hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. He kept checking the mirrors, eyes darting between the road and the shadows of the forest that lined it.Sienna sat behind Damian, her gaze fixed on him. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tapped his knee in a rhythm he wasn’t aware of — a rhythm that sounded like the ghosts of his past knocking on a door he didn’t want to open.Damian stared straight ahead.The moment he saw the curve of the hill, memories he buried deep inside clawed their way back.“This place…” Sienna whispered, leaning forward. “This is where—”“Yes,” Damian said quietly, his jaw tightening.Where Sophia died.Where everything ended.And where everything, inconveniently, was starting again.The road narrowed into a sing

Sienna didn’t move.Couldn’t move.Her entire body felt numb, as if the words Damian had spoken had frozen her from the inside out. She stared at him, her breath shallow, her heart thundering in a way that shook her ribs.“Julian… what do you mean by bloodline?” she whispered.Damian ran a hand down his face, shoulders sinking.“Sit,” he murmured.She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to hear whatever truth had been living like a shadow behind his eyes for weeks. But her legs gave out before she could protest, and she sank onto the couch.Damian sat beside her, close enough to touch, but leaving space — as if he wasn’t sure she’d still want him close after the truth came out.He took a breath.Then another.And finally said what she’d never expected to hear:“My family… we weren’t just wealthy or powerful. We were custodians of something ancient. Something men died to protect — and others killed to possess.”Sienna blinked slowly, struggling to process. “Damian… you’re scaring me.”He t