All Chapters of The Lost Billionaire’s Lover : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

KIAN'S POV The room was warm with late afternoon light, filtering in through the long windows. The scent of her garden still lingered in the air, but it was her presence—Lena, hovering just above me—that kept my breath hitched.She didn’t speak. Her eyes stayed on mine as she climbed onto the bed, slow and deliberate, her knees settling on either side of my waist. I propped myself up on my elbows, unsure whether to speak or let the moment carry us where it wanted."Are you comfortable now?" she asked, her voice like silk."I think I forgot how to breathe," I admitted, and that earned me a smile.Her fingers touched my face gently, trailing from my jaw to the corner of my lips. Then she leaned in, her lips brushing mine with a patience that almost hurt. There was no rush in her movements, no hunger yet. Just softness. Exploration.The kiss deepened slowly, her weight sinking into me, her hand threading into my hair. I let my fingers roam the curve of her back, feeling her exhale into

The next morning, the memory of our quiet evening still lingered like a warm echo. Lena had smiled more than I’d seen in days, and I wasn't ready to let that light slip away. We were sitting on her porch, sipping coffee as the city slowly stirred to life beyond the estate walls. She leaned back in the chair beside me, hair pulled into a loose braid, still wearing her oversized hoodie—which might’ve been mine, come to think of it. "You really want to do this?" I asked. She gave a lopsided grin. "You mean go dig up a box of cringey letters written by twelve-year-old me? Yeah. I think I do." I glanced down at her garden gloves and small metal spade resting in the basket between us. "We’re really doing this like a full treasure hunt?" "You promised me adventure, Davenport." An hour later, we were at her father’s old vineyard on the outskirts of Hudsonville, where rows of tangled grapevines slept beneath the early sun. Lena led me toward a great oak tree nestled near the back, a plac

KIAN'S POV The next morning dawned clear, sunlight dripping golden over the wooden railing of Mr. Alcante's porch. I stood just inside the threshold of his small home, arms crossed as he zipped up an old canvas duffel bag. "You sure you’re good with this?" I asked again. He looked up, amusement dancing in his tired eyes. "Kid, if you're trying to give me a reason to stay in this crooked shack with sea mold and creaky floors, you're doing a terrible job." I huffed a quiet laugh and lifted his bag. "Alright then. Let’s go." The drive to Lena’s mansion was quiet but comfortable. Mr. Alcante watched the passing trees with a thoughtful expression. The closer we got, the more surreal it felt. I wasn’t just bringing a friend home. I was bringing family. The gates opened with a metallic groan, revealing the grand driveway lined with clipped hedges and elegant lamps. Lena was already waiting on the front steps, arms folded, her smile unmistakable even from a distance. "There he is," sh

I woke with a gasp, my chest heaving as if I had just resurfaced from drowning. Sweat soaked my shirt, and my fists were clenched so tight, my knuckles throbbed. The room was dark except for the soft yellow hue from the nightlight near the hallway, casting long, slow-moving shadows across the walls.But none of it mattered.Because I remembered.The dream hadn't been like the scattered flashes before. No, this was vivid. Unrelenting. It had played out like a movie, realer than anything I had felt since I woke up five years ago on a shoreline, broken and voiceless.I saw them clearly now.There were three of them. I remembered their voices, the roughness of their hands, the blindfold digging into my skin. The ship. The stench of gasoline and sweat. My body tied down, questions hurled at me like daggers. And Harlin.Harlin was there.Not just an acquaintance. Not just someone from Lena’s present.He was part of my past. Part of what destroyed it.His face hovered in my mind, cruel and s

KIAN'S POV The headlights cut across the driveway as I pulled up in front of Lena’s mansion. The engine idled for a second before I turned it off. I sat behind the wheel, staring at the front door, hands clenched tighter than I realized. My mind churned with the chaos I’d seen back at Mr. Alcante’s place—shattered walls, ransacked rooms, and proof I couldn’t ignore. But as I stepped out of the truck and approached the house, I braced for a different kind of storm. The front door creaked open under my touch. Inside, silence. Then— "Where have you been?" Lena’s voice echoed from the living room. She sat on the couch, arms folded across her chest, her eyes locked on me. I didn’t answer immediately. My boots hit the floor with deliberate steps as I shrugged out of my coat. "Kian." "I went to the house," I said flatly. "You what?" she stood. "Are you insane? Do you realize what could've happened?" I turned, already tired. "I had to see it for myself. I needed to know what they we