Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Erased Love: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The penthouse was quiet in a way that made Lila uneasy.Not peaceful, but suspended.Eli sat cross-legged on the rug, lining up his toy cars by size this time instead of color, his brow furrowed in serious concentration. Lila watched him from the couch, one arm draped along the back, the other wrapped around a mug of tea she’d forgotten to drink.She told herself this was normal. A lull. A pause between storms.But every instinct she’d sharpened over six years of hiding whispered otherwise.Her phone vibrated.She almost ignored it.The number wasn’t saved. No name. No preview. Just a single incoming message.She glanced at Eli, still absorbed, then lowered her gaze. I didn’t know where else to find you. I think you’re in trouble.Lila’s breath caught.Her fingers hovered over the screen, suddenly numb.Another message appeared.It’s Maya.The room tilted.Maya.She hadn’t heard that name spoken aloud in years. Not since before the hospital. Before the night everything went wrong. Be

The first thing Dominic did was shut the system down, cutting visibility rather than power.Screens dimmed. External feeds severed. The penthouse went unnaturally quiet, a silence that felt like the pause before something broke.Lila stood very still, Eli tucked against her side, her hand pressed flat between his shoulder blades. He was watching Dominic with the solemn focus of a child who sensed danger but didn’t yet have the words for it.“They logged it,” Lila said. Her voice sounded steadier than she felt. “The file. They logged us watching it.”“Yes,” Dominic replied. “Which means they wanted us to.”Maya swallowed. “You’re saying this was… bait?”“I’m saying,” Dominic said slowly, fingers flying across the secondary console, “that someone has been waiting for my memory to destabilize.”He pulled up timelines, overlapping charts, security logs, and biometric spikes. The room filled with quiet data.Eli’s birth. The hospital exit. The memory wipe. The first override attempt. T

The door opened an inch.A voice followed, calm and rehearsed, almost kind.“Mr. Hale. We’re here to assist with a protective transfer.”Lila felt the words before she understood them. Protective transfer. Like Eli was a document. Like he wasn’t clinging to her, small body rigid, breath quick and shallow.“No,” she said, stepping back instinctively. “You’re not taking him.”Dominic didn’t answer the voice. He didn’t look at the door.He looked at the wall to its left.A smooth panel. Flush with the surface. Invisible unless you knew exactly where to place your hand.His thumb pressed against it.Nothing happened.The handle turned further.“Sir,” the voice continued, still patient. “You’re obstructing a lawful…”The lights went out.Not all of them. Just enough.Emergency strips flared along the floor, painting the penthouse in sharp white lines and long shadows. Somewhere deep in the tower, a system stuttered, then began rerouting power in confused bursts.Dominic moved.“Now,” he sa

White faded to gray.Then to pain.Dominic returned to himself in fragments. Sound came first, a high, keening whine like metal under strain. Then the light, too bright and wrong. Then the taste of copper flooding his mouth. He tried to sit up, and the room lurched violently.“No, don’t,” a voice said, sharp with urgency. “Stay still.”Hands pressed his shoulders back down. A woman’s face hovered into focus, Dr. Rowan, her expression tight, her professional calm stretched thin.“The partition destabilized,” she said. “You’re conscious too soon.”Dominic tried to speak. His tongue felt thick. “Eli.”Rowan’s eyes flicked past him. “He’s awake.”The word awake hit him like a reprieve.Dominic forced himself to turn his head. Across the room, Lila sat on the edge of a narrow cot, Eli propped against her chest, his small body tucked into the curve of her arms. His eyes were open, unfocused but present. She was murmuring to him in a low, rhythmic cadence, the kind of sound that steadied bre

Night settled into the apartment like a held breath.Lila hadn’t turned on the overhead lights. She didn’t want to. The low lamp by the window cast a dim amber glow across the room, softening edges and blurring angles, enough light to see, not enough to feel exposed. The city murmured outside, distant traffic and wind threading between buildings, a reminder that the world was still moving even as hers felt paused on a knife’s edge.Eli slept on the narrow bed, curled on his side with one arm tucked beneath his chin. His breathing had steadied, shallow but even. Lila sat on the floor beside him, back against the bed frame, knees drawn up. She hadn’t moved from this spot in over an hour.Across the room, Dominic stood near the window, hands braced on the sill, his reflection faint in the glass. He hadn’t spoken since Serena Vale’s name had been said out loud. As if naming her had drained the last of his words.Silence stretched. Not comfortable. Necessary.“You should lie down,” Dominic