Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By One Billionaire, Saved By Another : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

SYLVIE’S POVIt has been seven days since Kael brought me here. I knew the count because I had been marking the time quietly in my head; no one told me to, and no one would notice if I stopped. The estate was too calm this morning, as if the air itself had been trained not to move too loudly.I stood by the window, watching mist settle over the gardens. Everything looked curated: the trimmed hedges, the flowing fountain, and even the guards at the gate, who changed shifts with mechanical precision. I knew I was on Kael’s estate. I knew I wasn't locked in a room, yet I also knew I wasn't free. The why was the part I couldn't grasp.My memory felt like a book filled with blank pages. I tried to flip through them, searching for a face or a name, but I found only emptiness where the past should be.I made my way to the dining room for breakfast. Mrs. Halloway was adjusting flowers near the entry table; she straightened the moment she saw me.“Good morning, Miss Sylvie,” she greeted. Her v

DARIAN’S POVThe silence in the penthouse wasn't just quiet; it was heavy. It felt like a physical weight pressing against my chest, making every breath a chore. Fifteen days had passed since waking up to an empty pillow, fifteen days of staring at a cold coffee mug, and fifteen days of feeling like my soul had been surgically removed.I stood by the window, watching the city lights flicker like dying embers. "What am I going to do?" I whispered to the glass, my voice cracking. The reflection staring back at me was a stranger haggard, with dark circles under bloodshot eyes. "How am I ever going to face her parents on the other side? How do I tell them I failed? I promised them I’d keep her safe. I promised her."A hot, stinging tear tracked down my cheek. I wasn't just grieving; I was drowning in the guilt of my own perceived incompetence. Every resource, every penny of the Thorne estate, and I was still standing in a room full of expensive things, completely powerless.I turned awa

DARIAN'S POV The house flipped upside down in two days. Total chaos, but the good kind. The dining table is buried under piles of fabric scraps—silks, satins and all colors you could think of. Boards in the living room stuck full of flower sketches: roses, lilies, wild stuff mixed in. Designers everywhere, hauling garment bags down the halls. They talked low, excited, like kids with a secret. The wedding was finally off-hold with full steam ahead. I hung back in the fitting room doorway, arms crossed tight with my phone in hand, thumb swiping emails. The Truth? I hadn't read one word in five minutes. My eyes were glued to Sylvie, who was standing in the center with the designer fussing with the last stitches on her dress. She looked... damn. Cream white, not that fake bright stuff, which hugged her waist just right, then dropped soft to the floor, The neckline showed her collarbone, a delicate, pretty curve, pretty as hell. Lace up the arms felt handmade, like art.She spun

KAEL'S POV I woke up slowly, the room was thick with a silence broken only by the soft, rhythmic pull of her breathing. I didn't move. My gaze fixed on Sylvie where she lay curled beneath the soft velvet blankets, and I studied her the way a man studies a situation he suspects might be counterfeit with precision, and dread.For a moment, watching the slow rise and fall of her breathing, something dangerous stirred in my chest. Hope. It was quiet, almost shameful. Because if this was truly her, then every suspicion I had been nurturing would make me the worst kind of man.The faint morning light filtered through the curtains in thin strips, catching the dark hair spread loosely across her pillow. It gilded the delicate arch of her brow, the familiar curve of her lips, and the small, jagged scar near her temple that most people would never noticed, or have never thought to look for.It was, by every measurable account, Sylvie's face. Still, something deep within my chest refused to

SYLVIE'S POV The walk back into the house felt longer than usual.Vivian moved beside me in silence, her steps unhurried, and her presence carrying a weight that had nothing to do with sound. I kept my eyes forward and told myself there was nothing to be unsettled about, it was likely just my insecurities—a lie I almost believed."This is the main foyer," I said as we stepped inside.Sunlight poured through the tall windows, fracturing across the chandelier and scattering light like broken glass over the marble floor. It was the kind of beautiful that usually made me pause. Today I barely registered it.Vivian didn't look around the way most people did—with wonder, or at least with the performance of it. Her eyes moved in slow, deliberate arcs. Cataloguing. Every door. Every staircase. Every corner that held a shadow."It's beautiful," she said."I heard Kael redesigned it a few years ago." The words left my mouth a beat too quickly, and I felt the smallness of the mistake immediatel