All Chapters of The Lost Billionaire’s Lover : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The silence in the basement hung like a storm cloud, thick with unspoken tension. Mr. Clementine stood with rigid composure, hands clasped behind his back, while Harlin stalked the floor like a lion forced into a cage. The air crackled between them—old men, old grudges, old blood.“You’re blind,” Harlin hissed. “Blind and foolish. You’re throwing away what could be the most valuable asset left from Kiander’s empire.”Mr. Clementine didn’t flinch. “And you’re obsessed with ghosts. That empire crumbled five years ago, Harlin. You can dig through its ashes alone.”Harlin stopped pacing and turned to face him fully, his voice low and venomous. “You’ve made enough mistakes for two lifetimes, Clementine. If we don’t use Kian for what he knows—what he remembers—then your plan to leverage Lena’s father’s business will fail. He’ll never cave. You’ll be left with nothing but a broken granddaughter and a city that forgot your name.”Clementine’s eyes narrowed. “Careful, boy.”“Or what?” Harlin s

Harlin's POVThe smoke rose in thick clouds as I limped through the wreckage. Blood still clung to my shirt, mixing with sweat, gunpowder, and the taste of betrayal. Every step was a jolt through my leg, but I didn’t care. The pain kept me focused. It sharpened my rage.The war had come and gone. Most of my men were either dead or had run off. The building felt like it was collapsing on itself. Flames crackled in the distance, and the smell of scorched metal filled the air.But I wasn’t done yet.I knew he’d be crawling somewhere like the rat he was.And there he was.Mr. Clementine. The man who’d built me up, who fed me power and promises like sugar to a starving man. The same man who orchestrated Kian’s downfall, who tied Lena’s future to mine, who thought I’d stay under his thumb forever.He was slumped against a pillar, one arm clutching his side. His coat was torn, one shoe missing, face smeared with blood.Still breathing.Barely.I raised my revolver and took a step closer, the

I sat on the edge of the villa’s patio, nursing a wound on my side as the sea breeze cooled the sweat on my brow. The chaos had subsided—Harlin was captured, Mr. Clementine was dead, and the crew had retreated into silence. Lena stood by the railing, arms crossed over her chest, her gaze distant and unreadable. Mr. Alcante leaned against the wall near us, arms folded, watching the tide. I turned to Lena, my voice low. "This place... it’s familiar because I bought it. For you." She turned sharply. "What?" I nodded. "I remembered. Last night. Everything. The proposal. The villa. Us." Her lips parted, eyes wide. Alcante turned to me slowly, as if confirming what he thought he’d never hear. I smiled faintly. "It’s all coming back now. The dreams, the voices. They were memories. This place—this was going to be our getaway. Our future." Lena didn’t smile. She didn’t even move. Her jaw clenched as her hands curled tightly at her sides. "You remember everything?" she asked quietly.

KIAN'S POV The day after our visit to the hilltop, Lena and I decided it was time to get proper medical checkups. After everything—the beatings, the adrenaline, the close calls—we owed our bodies some peace.The hospital sat on the quieter edge of the city, with white-washed walls, green courtyards, and clean halls that smelled faintly of antiseptic and lavender. The staff recognized us, a few even whispering about "Mr. Kiander" and "Ms. Whitmore" as we walked in. We ignored it, hand in hand, tired but together.They took Lena in first for her diagnosis. She had been complaining of sharp stomach cramps and a recurring migraine since the previous day. I waited in the hallway, pacing slowly.When she returned, her face was unreadable."Everything alright?" I asked, immediately at her side.She nodded slowly. "Stress, fatigue, mild dehydration. Nothing too alarming."I exhaled in relief.Then it was my turn."We’ll be giving you a tension-relief massage along with your vitals, sir," the

Weeks passed. The threat of Harlin faded into background noise, like an old scar that no longer ached but refused to vanish. Lena and I had moved back into a rhythm. Our lives were marked by laughter, shared meals, boardroom wins, and private evenings full of whispered promises and dreams. But deep down, I knew peace with Harlin was temporary. That morning, Lena had kissed me goodbye before rushing to a board meeting. I stayed back to finalize plans for a new expansion project. Something about the way she touched my hand lingered with me—a nervous energy neither of us addressed. The sky had turned gray by noon. A dense humidity hung in the air like something waiting to fall. I was driving through a quiet back road on the edge of Hudsonville, a shortcut I’d taken dozens of times, when I noticed the black SUV in my rearview mirror. No plates. I eased my foot off the gas. The SUV sped up. By the time I reached the next turn, it was already beside me. BAM! The SUV rammed into t