Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Erased Love: Bab 31 - Bab 39

Dominic didn’t sleep.He lay still while the city faded from black to gray, the penthouse wrapped in that suspended hour where night hadn’t quite surrendered and morning hadn’t earned its place yet. Instead of memories, his mind ran patterns: proximity spikes, system alerts, the steady awareness that someone was watching how close he came to the people who mattered.The failsafe wasn’t a switch.It was a meter.And it was climbing.By the time dawn touched the glass, Dominic was already dressed.He paused outside Eli’s room, listening again to that steady breath. This time he didn’t raise his hand to knock. This time he made himself leave.Hale Tower woke around him like a machine warming to task.The private elevator descended quietly, mirrors showing a man who appeared unchanged: pressed suit, rigid posture, the composed authority of a CEO who had never missed a step. Only Dominic knew how much effort it took to keep the mask in place.He stepped into the executive boardroom alone.

No one spoke.The penthouse felt smaller than it had moments ago, the walls closing in as the image on Maya’s phone burned itself into Lila’s mind. Dominic at the hospital. Awake. Watching.Not lost.Not erased.Lila took a step back, then another, as if distance could protect her from what she’d just seen. She didn’t accuse him. She didn’t cry. The restraint in her silence was worse than either.“I don’t remember that,” Dominic said at last. His voice was steady, but something underneath it had begun to fracture. “I swear to you, I don’t.”“I know,” Lila replied softly.The words should have reassured him. Instead, they landed like a verdict.Maya cleared her throat, hands twisting together. “There’s more,” she said. “I didn’t bring this just to scare you.”Dominic’s eyes flicked to her. “Then why bring it?”“Because I finally realized what it was.” She reached into her bag again, slower this time, as if afraid of what her fingers might close around. “Not surveillance. Not stalking.”

The words lingered on the screen long after the alert fell silent.SUBJECT: ELI MONROE-HALESTATUS: REQUIRED FOR COMPLIANCELila didn’t breathe.Her arms closed around Eli automatically, muscle memory taking over before fear could even find a shape. He pressed his face into her shoulder, sensing the sudden shift, small fingers gripping her shirt.“No,” she said, the word coming out low and absolute. “No. You don’t get to turn my son into a clause.”Dominic was already moving.He crossed the room in three long strides, fingers flying over the console, calling up layers of access he hadn’t had to think about in years. His jaw was locked, his expression sharpened into something lethal.“Article Seven,” he muttered. “They’ve rewritten it.”Lila’s heart hammered. “Rewritten how?”Dominic didn’t answer immediately. His eyes scanned the screen, the scrolling legal language reflected starkly in his pupils.“Quiet expansions,” he said finally. “Addendums buried in governance updates. Language

Dominic drove without headlights.Not recklessly. Deliberately.The city thinned around them, concrete giving way to stretches of dark road and unmarked exits that didn’t appear on any public map. Lila watched the dashboard clock tick forward while Eli slept curled against her chest, exhausted tears drying on his cheeks. The red pinprick beneath his collar had gone dark minutes ago, masked by a signal scrambler Dominic had activated from memory he didn’t know he possessed.“That won’t last,” he’d said, jaw tight. “It never does.”She hadn’t asked how he knew. Some truths were louder when left alone.They turned off the highway and down a service road lined with dead streetlights. At the end of it, a low building crouched against the earth, half-swallowed by scrub and shadow. No sign. No windows. A door set flush into concrete.“This isn’t a hospital,” Lila said.“No,” Dominic replied. “It’s where they fixed problems they couldn’t admit existed.”He parked beneath an overhang and kille

The apartment wasn’t meant to be lived in.That was the first thing Lila noticed.It was clean but impersonal, all sharp angles and neutral tones, like a space designed to be passed through, not stayed in. The windows were narrow and set high, the kind that let in light but not views. Dominic had chosen it for that reason, she knew. No sightlines. No easy surveillance.Borrowed time.Eli slept on the narrow bed Dominic had dragged in from the adjoining room, bundled under a blanket that was too big for him. His breathing was steady now, finally, but shallow, like his body hadn’t quite forgiven the world yet.Lila sat beside him, one hand resting lightly on his chest, feeling every rise and fall as if counting them could keep him alive.Across the room, Dominic stood at a makeshift workstation: a folding table, a single secure terminal powered through a hardline he’d jury-rigged himself, and a mess of handwritten notes. No cloud access. No wireless anything.He wasn’t chasing them anym