All Chapters of The Lost Billionaire’s Lover : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LENA'S POV The sun was dipping just enough to paint the sky in watercolor hues when I stepped out of the car, my suitcase rolling behind me as I made my way up the front steps of Kian's villa. The trip had been long, exhausting even, filled with boardroom meetings and back-to-back presentations. But the moment I saw him standing there, barefoot in swim trunks, hair tousled, holding two glasses of what I guessed was fresh lemonade, every ounce of fatigue melted off me."Welcome home, traveler," Kian grinned, offering me one of the glasses. I accepted it, taking a slow sip, my eyes shamelessly drifting across his chest. The man had no business looking that good in the sunlight."Thanks. You look... unnecessarily relaxed," I teased."I had to balance the stress you were taking on. Consider it a team effort."We laughed as I wheeled my bag inside and then joined him by the poolside patio. Our refreshments sat on the small table between two lounge chairs, and the music playing from the ne

KIAN'S POVIt was a stupid biscuit.At least, that’s what I thought until it hit my tongue – dry, coarse, too salty, like sea air and bad luck. Lena had handed it to me casually, teasing that it was a weird flavor she wanted me to try. Something experimental from the bakery down the street. I bit in, expecting nothing. And then everything cracked open.Salt. Water. Darkness. My lungs clawing for air.I froze.Chapter: Kian Memory FlashIt started with a biscuit.Salty. Crumbly. Dry.The kind of blandness that forces your mouth to acknowledge it. That’s what Lena handed me as I leaned across the edge of her desk, lazily brushing through the morning briefs. I took it with zero protest, mostly because her fingers grazed mine when she passed it.“Eat it,” she said with a crooked grin.And I did.But the moment it touched my tongue, something inside me pulled hard—like a rope snapping tight in a storm.It wasn’t the salt.It was the sea.************I was submerged.Frigid water invaded

Kian lay quietly on the old wooden bed, the frayed mattress barely making a sound beneath him. The dim evening light sifted through the stained curtains of the small room, casting long shadows across the walls. Lena stood near the doorway for a while, arms folded across her chest, watching him silently. Her mind was clouded with everything that had happened—from the salty biscuit that had triggered his memory to the jarring revelation of where he truly lived.Kian had become stable, his breathing evened out, and the color slowly returned to his cheeks. There was a stillness in the room that didn’t ask for words. It was the kind of silence that carried weight, the kind that demanded introspection.Lena's heels clicked softly against the wooden floor as she approached his bedside. The room smelled of aged wood, salt from Mr. Alcante's fishing gear, and the faint trace of the cologne Kian used sparingly.She knelt beside the bed, her fingers brushing a lock of hair away from his face. He

The sun peeked through the window slats, casting lines of golden warmth across the room. I turned over lazily, still groggy from the events of the day before. But what really kept me grounded in that moment wasn’t exhaustion or sleep. It was her. Lena was curled beside me, her dark lashes resting softly against her cheek. She looked peaceful. Effortlessly beautiful. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to disturb the silence that seemed sacred between us. It was one of those quiet afternoons where the light outside had dimmed to a soft gray, filtering through the worn-out curtains in my room. I had been lying down for most of the day, my head foggy with fragmented memories and a strange heaviness in my chest. Lena sat with me, legs tucked beneath her, shuffling a deck of cards absentmindedly. The gentle sound of the cards flicking against each other grounded me in the moment more than I realized. "You're not getting away with sleeping through the whole day," she said, her tone play

KIAN'S POV The quiet hum of the television faded into the background as Lena lay nestled against me, her breathing soft and rhythmic. Her hair tickled the underside of my chin, and I found my fingers tracing through the strands with a kind of reverence I didn’t fully understand. There was something about the way she fit against me, like a perfectly solved puzzle piece, that made the entire world feel still. Safe.I wanted to stay like that longer. Forever, maybe. But reality is always lurking."You should probably head back soon," I said gently, my voice low enough not to startle her. "Your employees might start to ask where you went."She stirred, eyes fluttering open like a slow sunrise. "Hmm?"I smiled, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. "You disappeared for a while. If anyone catches on, there might be rumors."Lena groaned lightly and sat up, stretching her arms over her head. I tried not to stare, but failed miserably. "Let them talk," she murmured, rubbing sleep from