All Chapters of Blood Ties and Billionaire Lies: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The villa’s walls still trembled with Valerie’s echoing cries when Damien finally faced her.Cassandra burst through the door. “She knows,” Cassandra had said, voice sharp “Valentina knows everything.”Now, barely twenty-four hours later, Damien stood in the marble atrium of Valentina Rodriguez’s Roman estate. “Damien Roth,” she purred, her accent as polished as her empire. “To what do I owe the honor? Or should I say, the audacity?”Damien didn’t bow, he didn’t move. He stood like carved stone, envelope of proof tucked into his jacket.“You know why I’m here.”Valentina’s eyes glittered. “To return my daughter.”“She isn’t yours,” Damien said, his voice low, “You know that as well as I do.”Valentina’s laugh rang out, high and cruel, echoing off marble. “What a convenient story you’ve crafted. Forged papers, doctored results—desperation looks so unflattering on you, Damien.”He stepped forward, “Forged? You dare accuse me of fabrication when you built her entire existence on lies?”

The villa had never felt so heavy with silence.Selena sat on the edge of the sofa, her eyes darting between Ava, Cassandra, and Damien as though every wall of the room pressed closer with each breath. Her skin prickled, but she forced herself not to break.Ava’s hand remained on hers, wobbly but steady. “You don’t have to remember tonight,” Ava whispered. “You only have to let us help you remember.”Selena pulled her hand free, wrapping her arms around herself. Her voice almost a whisper. “I’ll stay. But don’t mistake this for acceptance. I’m only staying because… because the proof leaves me no other choice.”Damien exhaled, his shoulders sagging slightly as relief and pain warred within him. He had dreamed of hearing her agree to stay—yet not like this not so coldly, not so detached.Cassandra exchanged a glance with him, silently warning him not to press.---The fragile peace in the room shattered with the slam of the door.Valentina Rodriguez stormed back into the hall, her heels

The next morning dawned gray, a veil of mist hanging low over Rome. Selena stood in the penthouse foyer, arms crossed, as Dr. Moretti adjusted his notes.“Remember,” he told Damien quietly, “we test, we don’t force. If she shows signs of distress beyond tolerance, we stop.”Damien nodded, he had spent weeks walking her through fragments of their shared life, and each time she looked at him with those searching eyes, it felt like standing at the edge of a cliff. One step could mean flight. Another could mean ruin.Selena’s voice cut through the silence. “Where are we going?”“To places that mattered,” Damien said carefully. “Places that shaped us.”She arched a brow “And you think dragging me through your memories will make them mine again?”“Our memories,” Damien corrected softly. “But only if you’re ready.”---The Roth EstateSelena leaned forward, her expression a mixture of curiosity and wariness.Damien helped her out of the car, but she pulled her arm free. “I can walk.”Inside,

The conference room at Roth Enterprise gleamed with its usual precision. Damien sat at the head, his suit sharp, to his right, Selena sat quietly, fingers tracing the edge of her notebook as though grounding herself.Across from her, Valentina Rodriguez entered like she owned the air itself, her heels clicking against marble like a clock marking time. The meeting began formally enough. Numbers, projections, mergers, and European markets. “Of course,” Valentina said smoothly, her Spanish lilt warm, “when we nurture our partnerships, loyalty becomes unshakable. Like a bond forged not in contracts but in something… deeper.”Her gaze slid toward Selena as she emphasized the last word. No one else noticed the shift, but Selena’s stomach tightened.Damien glanced at Selena quickly, as if checking whether she’d caught the undercurrent. She had. She lowered her eyes to her notes, pretending to write, but her pen hovered uselessly above the page.Valentina smiled faintly, like a woman recall

The silence between them was no longer empty—it was charged, alive, trembling like the moment before a storm breaks. Damien’s thumb lingered at the corner of her lips, his hand steady despite the storm of emotions that had to be tearing through him.Selena’s breath shuddered out, her body leaning instinctively closer, betraying her mind’s uncertainty. For weeks, she had fought against him, against the truth, against the terrifying possibility that the life he described had once been hers. But now, in the hush of the Roman night, with the city lights stretching out, there was no room for denial.There was only him.Her pulse thundered in her throat as she whispered, barely audible, “Don’t stop.”Damien inhaled sharply, as if her words cut straight through his ribs. His mouth descended slowly, reverently, like a man afraid of breaking a sacred thing. The first brush of his lips against hers. But even that soft touch sent a shock through her, awakening a warmth deep in her chest that sp