Todos os capítulos de The Lost Billionaire’s Lover : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

LENA'S POV It was early afternoon when we arrived at the Hudsonville Corporate Summit, a towering structure of steel and prestige that buzzed with the scent of ambition and perfume. The glass doors glimmered beneath a grand archway etched with gold leaf, welcoming CEOs, entrepreneurs, and business royalty from every corner of the state. I adjusted the cuff of my blazer and glanced at Kian beside me. He looked stunning. Controlled. A little too controlled, if I were honest. That rigid jawline, the unreadable calm across his face—it was all a mask he wore too well. I’d seen him like this before. Not just recently. Years ago. And the murmurs confirmed I wasn’t the only one who noticed. “Wait… is that…?” “Kiander Davenport? But he’s—” “No, it’s just someone who looks like him. Can’t be.” “They say he vanished. Never found a body, though.” My hand instinctively reached for Kian’s wrist, my fingers closing around his skin. He flinched slightly at the contact, then relaxed. “They’r

LENA'S POV The room grew still. Then quiet. Then silent. Kian smiled faintly. And the silence turned to stone. He was Kiander Davenport reborn in confidence, in poise, in quiet power. The room felt it. Subtle shifts—attention drawn like iron filings to a magnet. Kian raised his gaze, scanning each face around the table, one by one. His expression grew colder, harder. There was calculation in his stare. Then he smiled. And spoke. "You know, I’ve always believed snakes don’t bite unless they feel cornered. So here’s a warning: don’t get comfortable." I inhaled sharply. That voice—steady, deep, edged with threat—it was him. It was Kiander. The room was stunned. He continued, as if he hadn’t just dropped a thunderbolt in the middle of the table. "Now," he said, casually dusting his cuff, "let’s talk about Whitmore Enterprises." He shifted in his seat, every bit the composed magnate, and began laying out plans, strategies, and long-term investments that I ha

KIAN'S POV The sun had started to dip behind the hills when we reached the clearing. A gentle breeze moved through the wildflowers and tall grass, and the sky wore that golden hour glow that made everything feel softer. I’d brought us here on a whim—after the press room, the noise, the tension—I needed to breathe, and I figured Lena did too.She stepped out of the car barefoot, her heels dangling in one hand, laughing as the cool grass touched her toes. The sunlight kissed her skin and made her hair shimmer like it held copper beneath the strands.“You sure know how to pick a spot,” she said, looking around.I smiled, pulling the picnic basket out of the trunk. “Thought we earned something quiet.”We found a place beneath an old tree, its arms stretched wide as if protecting the little patch of peace underneath. I laid out the blanket while Lena pulled out the food—sandwiches, a fruit bowl, a bottle of wine I’d half-remembered to chill. We poured a glass each, toasted to “not having

KIAN'S POV The sun had long dipped beneath the horizon, leaving streaks of burnt orange and violet bleeding through the sky like the tail end of a firework. Kian and Lena walked down the slope of the hill slowly, side by side, shoes in hand, the grass cool beneath their feet. Their earlier laughter had faded into something quieter now—a calm contentment that lingered in the spaces between their soft sighs and small talk. “Do you think we’ll ever do this again?” Lena asked, glancing sideways. Kian grinned. “What, stargaze like awkward teenagers who got lost on a picnic blanket?” She elbowed him playfully. “No, I meant everything—the simplicity of it.” He looked ahead, thinking. “I don’t know. But I want to.” They reached the truck just as the first cricket symphony of the night began. Kian opened the passenger door for her before walking around to the driver’s seat. The engine purred to life, and soon they were cruising down an empty highway, the road illuminated only by headlig

Kian and Lena's bond had deepened with every shared laugh, every knowing glance, and every quiet moment between paperwork. Over the weeks following their unforgettable stargazing night and their office food fight, they had become inseparable within the walls of the enterprise. Though their professional facade remained intact to most, the way Kian would pause to refill Lena's coffee without asking, or how Lena always had an extra pen ready for him, told their story in subtler tones.At work, they were a power duo. Clients trusted them. Employees admired them. And while they danced around the edge of something more intimate, the fire between them only grew brighter in their attempts to keep it professional.Then came the announcement.A massive corporate summit had been scheduled. Select executives were being chosen to represent the company at the intercontinental board meetings. Lena and Kian, given their stellar performance and undeniable leadership, were both selected.But not togeth