All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Lost Family: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lila’s POV I stood in the quiet hospital waiting room, still trying to accept what had happened. My father had been shot. The words kept repeating in my head but they still didn’t feel real, like some nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Only hours ago I had walked out of my marriage with fresh divorce papers in my bag, and now this. Damien had driven me here after I called him. He stayed mostly silent the whole ride, gripping the wheel tight without looking at me once. Now he stood a few steps away with his arms crossed and his face cold, like he was simply doing his duty and nothing more. My mother sat hunched in the corner, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Victoria stood right beside her, looking calm and perfectly dressed even at this hour, as if the chaos didn’t touch her. “What did they tell you exactly?” Damien asked in a flat voice. “Mom only said to come quickly… that he had been shot.” My voice sounded small and tired. He nodded once. “I’ll find the doctor. You shoul

Lila’s POV I stared at my phone, the unknown number still glowing on the screen. My hands would not stop shaking. The distorted voice kept echoing in my head: bring the drive or your son dies. Damien stood right behind me, his presence heavy and cold. “Who was that?” he asked. Before I could find my voice, Victoria walked over and touched his arm like she owned the right. “What’s going on?” I swallowed hard and whispered, “It was a threat. They said if I don’t bring some drive tonight, they’ll hurt Liam.” Victoria’s eyes widened with fake shock, but a small smile played at the corner of her lips. Damien’s face stayed hard. He did not pull me into his arms. He simply stared at me like I had brought this new trouble on purpose. “This is exactly why you can’t leave right now,” he said flatly. “You’re dragging problems everywhere you go.” The words hit me like a slap. I stepped back, “I just walked in on you with her and still handled the divorce like an adult. Now you’re blaming me

I stood frozen in the living room, still gripping the phone with the photo of Liam sleeping in his own bed. Damien’s face had gone pale. For once, the cold mask he always wore cracked. Before either of us could speak, he cursed under his breath and pulled me closer, his grip firm on my arm. “We’re not going anywhere right now.” I opened my mouth to argue, but headlights suddenly swept across the front windows. Doors slammed outside. Heavy footsteps rushed up the porch. The front door burst open without a knock. Two officers stepped in with guns, The first officer locked a hand on Damien’s arm. “Damien Voss, you need to come with us. New evidence has come up regarding the shooting.” My stomach dropped. “No, wait! He didn’t do this!” Even after everything, the words flew out of me. I hated how desperate I sounded, how some broken part of me still wanted to protect him. Damien’s eyes met mine. Real fear flickered there for a second, then his expression hardened again. “Lila, go home.

Victoria looked like she had not slept in days. Her voice cracked as she screamed Damiens name again. Damien opened the door but kept one arm around my waist pulling me tight against his side. The possessive grip said everything. I was his now. No more pretending. “Victoria go home” he said coldly. She laughed. A sharp broken sound. “Go home? After everything I did for you? After I spent years watching you play house with her?” Her eyes locked on me with pure hatred. “You think I do not know what is happening in there? You think I do not see the way you look at her now that she finally left?” Damiens hand tightened on my hip. “This is not about you.” “It is always been about me!” Victoria stepped closer. Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “Nine years ago I made sure you never wanted her. I planted the stories. I paid people to say she trapped you with that first pregnancy. I made sure your family believed she was the villain. And you… you believed it because it was easier th

The hospital lights were too bright. I paced the waiting room with blood still on my hands. Damiens blood. Sophia sat in the corner watching me. Her face was pale but calm. She had already taken care of Liam and called my mother. “He will be okay” she said quietly. “He is strong.” I could not sit still. Every second felt like forever. The doctors had rushed Damien into surgery the moment we arrived. The bullet had gone through his shoulder. They said it missed anything vital but he had lost a lot of blood. I touched my stomach. Our baby. The one I had not even told him about properly yet. He had guessed. He had seen the test. But we never got the chance to talk about it. My mother arrived with Victoria behind her. Victoria looked shaken. Her eyes were red and puffy. For once she did not glare at me. She just stood there quietly. “How is he?” Mom asked. “In surgery” I whispered. “He took a bullet for me.” Victoria stepped closer. Her voice was soft for the first time in years. “I