All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S HIDDEN MISSION : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The sea was too calm.Elara noticed it before anything else, the way the water lay flat and dark beneath the night sky, as if holding its breath. No shipping lights. No distant engines. Just silence stretching in every direction.The boat cut through it without announcement.Kai stood at the helm, guiding them with quiet precision. He hadn’t needed to check the navigation twice. The coordinates were burned into his memory, pulled from layers of Damon’s hidden accounts and routed through systems meant to disappear as soon as they were used.Elara wrapped her arms around herself, the wind cool against her skin. “This place doesn’t exist, does it?”Kai shook his head. “Not officially.”The island rose slowly out of the darkness, a low shadow at first, then something more solid. Not dramatic. Not tropical. Just rock and dense vegetation shaped into a deliberate outline.No lights welcomed them.No dock lamps blinked to life.“That’s intentional,” Elara murmured. “He didn’t want it found.

The file kept opening doors Elara wished would stay closed.After Kai’s name appeared on the screen, neither of them spoke for a long moment. The hum of the servers filled the silence, steady and indifferent, as if the truth unfolding between them were nothing more than routine maintenance.Kai was the first to move.He straightened slowly, as though forcing his body back under control. “There’s more,” he said. His voice was calm, but something brittle ran beneath it. “There’s always more with him.”Elara nodded once. Her chest felt tight, but her hands were steady now. The shock had burned off. What remained was focus.“Open it,” she said.Kai hesitated only a second before pulling up the next layer of the directory. A cascade of documents filled the screen. Internal communications. Psychological models. Scenario projections.Damon’s handwriting appeared in the margins of several files, sharp and unmistakable.Elara leaned closer, her eyes scanning the text.SUBJECT K: PROXIMITY VARI

They moved fast, but not recklessly.Elara’s footsteps echoed faintly against the polished floor as they retraced their path through the island facility. The corridor felt different now, no longer dormant, no longer indifferent. It hummed with awareness, as if the building itself had turned its attention toward them.Kai walked slightly ahead of her, his presence steady and grounded. He had shifted back into something sharp and controlled, the version of him that belonged to danger zones and narrow escapes. His hand brushed the wall as they passed, fingers tracing invisible markers only he could read.“We’re not leaving the same way we came in,” he said under his breath.Elara’s heart skipped. “Why?”“Because he expects us to.”That single sentence tightened something deep in her chest.The corridor opened into a wider passage lined with glass panels. Beyond them, the dark ocean pressed close against the structure, waves striking the rock below with quiet persistence. The sight should

Elara woke to the sound of her own breathing.It came first, uneven and shallow, as if her lungs were unsure whether they were allowed to work yet. The air felt cool against her skin, carrying a faint scent of salt and something sterile beneath it. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy, reluctant, and when she finally forced them open, the world came back in fragments.White.Not the clean white of sunlight, but the controlled white of walls designed to reflect nothing back. No warmth. No comfort. Just light without mercy.She tried to move.Pain answered immediately, sharp along her arms and shoulders, then duller, spreading like an ache that had been waiting for permission to announce itself. Her wrists were free, but her body felt slow, weighted, as though she’d been submerged and only just surfaced.Memory rushed in all at once.The corridor.The guards.Kai’s voice breaking as they pulled her away.Her chest tightened painfully.“Kai,” she whispered.The sound fell flat, swallowed by the

The room didn’t change.But something in Damon did.Elara felt it before she saw it, the shift beneath his calm, the tightening of control around a core that no longer needed to pretend. The screens behind him dimmed until only one remained lit, casting a faint glow that traced the sharp angles of his face.“You still don’t understand,” Damon said quietly.Elara didn’t answer. She stood her ground, heart pounding, every instinct alert. She had learned by now that silence unsettled him more than anger.Damon took a slow step toward her.“You think this was about love,” he continued. “About companionship. About marriage as people like to imagine it.”His mouth curved into something close to disdain.“It was never that.”The words landed, heavy but unsurprising.Elara’s voice was steady when she spoke. “Then say it.”He stopped an arm’s length away, eyes fixed on hers.“I married you for power.”There it was. Clean. Unvarnished.Not shouted. Not dramatized. Stated like a fact he had neve