Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lost Billionaire’s Lover : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

LENA'S POV I slammed the door harder than I intended. The echo thundered through my room, a sharp punctuation to my anger that had already begun to unravel. I stood there, breathing heavily, my back pressed against the wood, and for the first time tonight, I felt... small.The room felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just the heat draining from my body after the outburst. I toed off my shoes and walked across the floor in silence, the hardwood creaking under my feet. My bed called to me, a haven where I could bury my thoughts, but as I collapsed into the sheets, guilt weighed heavier than any comfort the mattress could offer.Why did I yell at her?My throat tightened as the replay of our argument rushed through my mind like a storm on loop. My mother, standing there with soft eyes and shaking hands, only wanting a moment with me. And me? I’d snapped like she was the enemy.She didn’t deserve that. Not tonight.I turned on my side and curled into a tight ball, my fingers gripping

LENA'S POV As soon as Harlin’s car vanished down the road, swallowed by the city’s hum, I turned to Kian, heart still thudding hard against my chest. The tension between them had left an aftertaste of something dark and unfinished. I couldn’t let it fester—not while Kian’s memory danced just beyond reach. Without a word, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside, ignoring the curious stares from Ruby and the others in the hallway. We moved quickly through the corridor until we reached the safety of my office. I shut the door behind us with a thud. “Kian,” I said, almost breathlessly, spinning to face him. “Tell me now. Do you remember him?” He blinked, as if waking from a fog, then slowly nodded. “Bits. Blurry. But it’s more than I’ve had in weeks.” “Sit,” I gestured to the chair across from my desk while I moved to grab a pen and the small brown leather notepad I kept tucked in the drawer. I never thought I’d use it for anything more than scribbled meeting notes or coffee o

The streets blurred past as Harlin drove like a man possessed. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, breath coming in sharp, furious bursts. He could still see the look on Lena’s face from earlier—the glow in her cheeks, the way her lips curved up when she looked at him. Not at Harlin. At him.Kian.Alive.The man he thought had been dead for five years. The man whose yacht was found in pieces off the coast, whose name had been etched on memorial stones, whose empire had quietly crumbled until Lena took the reins and rebuilt what she could. And now, just like that, he was back. Wearing a suit, walking next to Lena like he hadn’t left behind a storm.Harlin's jaw clenched. The engine roared as he pushed the gas harder. It couldn’t be real. He had watched it happen. He had stood on the edge of the cliff and seen the boat go up in flames.He had made sure of it."But he’s back," he hissed under his breath.He veered into a narrow alley and parked behind the rundown warehous

KIAN’S POVThe sun poured in through the windshield as I pulled into the small lot by the corner barbershop. The red, white, and blue pole spun lazily outside, almost like it was lost in time. This part of town wasn’t as fast-paced as Lena’s glass-towered world, but it was honest, grounded. There was something comforting about that. I needed comfort today.It wasn’t like my hair was a mess. Lena had run her fingers through it enough times to say otherwise. But maybe I wanted to do something normal—something that reminded me I was just a guy trying to piece his life back together.The bell chimed softly as I pushed the door open.“Ah, brother! Welcome, welcome,” the barber greeted, his smile stretching across his face like he’d known me for years. He was in his forties, maybe, with a salt-and-pepper beard and eyes that had seen too much but still found ways to smile. “Have a seat. I got you.”I nodded and took the chair.He wrapped the black cape around me, snapping it gently at my nec

KIAN'S POV It started with light.Warm and golden, spilling through the trees like honey. I was standing on soft earth, surrounded by whispering leaves. Birds chirped somewhere above, their songs woven into the breeze. It felt familiar, like a place I should’ve known.Then I saw them—Lena and a man.Her father.I knew him before he even turned around. Not from memory—no, my mind still wore its cracks like broken glass—but from the way her shoulders eased when he spoke, the way his hand brushed hers in reassurance. The same shade of fire danced in their eyes, and the bond between them hummed in the air like a current. Father and daughter.She smiled at him. Not the crooked smirk she gave me when she was teasing. No—this one was soft. Grateful. It made my chest ache.I wanted to reach them. Say her name. Ask the questions that clung to the edge of my mind like ivy on stone. But when I moved, my feet stayed rooted. I tried again—nothing.They hadn’t noticed me. The wind picked up, scatt