All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Lost Family: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The parking lot felt endless as I walked toward the black car, My legs moved on their own while my thoughts raced in circles. Damien’s father sat in the driver’s seat looking healthy and calm like death had never touched him…he motioned for me to get in without saying a word.I hesitated at the door, my heart heavy with memories of all the harm he had caused. Yet something in his eyes made me open it and slide into the seat. The inside smelled of leather and faint smoke. He drove away from the hospital without hurry, the engine purring softly.“You look surprised,” he said after a few minutes, his tone almost friendly. “I have learned many tricks over the years. Faking an end is one of them.”I kept my hands folded tight in my lap. “Why come for me now? The children are safe. We want nothing from your world.”He glanced at me sideways with a small smile playing on his lips. “Safety is an illusion Lila. Your mother and I once shared a vision for the future. Then she betrayed me too. No

Armed men moved out from the black SUVs like ghosts slipping between the trees. Their boots made soft crunching sounds on the dry leaves. Red laser dots danced across the ground and over our bodies. No one spoke. The night air grew colder and thicker until it pressed down on my chest. I could barely draw a full breath.Damien’s father stood completely still. For the first time his face showed cracks. His usual calm smile had vanished. My mother gripped her gun so tight her knuckles turned white. Even though she looked smaller somehow. That scared me more than the guns pointed at us. If these two were worried then we had stepped into something far bigger than I ever imagined.I held onto the arm of the person beside me like it was the only solid thing left in the world. My legs felt weak. My mind raced with pictures of Damien lying in his hospital bed and the children sleeping somewhere safe. Please let them stay safe. Please do not let this touch them.A tall figure stepped out from t

The old man kept the photograph close to his chest like it held the key to everything. My eyes stayed locked on the spot where he had slipped it away. That little girl was me. That little boy was Damien. How could we not remember something so simple? My head throbbed with questions I could not even begin to ask.Victoria still held the old documents. She flipped through them faster now her fingers shaking. Suddenly she stopped. Her face went pale under the headlights. “There is more,” she said in a low voice. “Records from a secret estate outside the city. Lila and Damien grew up together there. Same house. Same gardens. Same people watching them.”I felt the ground tilt again. We grew up together. The words sounded impossible yet something warm and familiar stirred deep inside my chest. Like a door cracking open just a little. Victoria kept reading. “They ran tests on the children. Memory experiments. They wanted to shape them into something perfect. When the project ended they erase

The underground chamber felt smaller and colder with every passing second. The old man stood across from me, his face calm like he was discussing the weather. On the screen Damien still knelt there watching me with pain in his eyes. I could not look away from him.“You have one choice now Lila,” the old man said quietly. “Save Damien. Or save the children. Sign the papers and I will let one of them go free. But not both. Choose.”His words hit me like ice water poured over my skin. Save one. Lose the other. My heart shattered right there in my chest. I thought of Rose’s brave little face and Liam’s quiet strength. Then I pictured Damien bleeding and on his knees because of me. Tears filled my eyes but I shook my head hard.“No,” I whispered. My voice cracked but I said it again louder. “I will not choose. Take me instead. Let them all go. Damien the children everyone. I am the one you want. Break me instead.”The old man studied me for a long moment. Something almost like respect flic

The gunfight slowly died down as the last of the guards fell or ran. Smoke still a lot in the underground chamber while Victoria and her team checked every corner. My legs felt weak but I pushed myself up and ran to the small hidden door where the old man had disappeared with Liam. It was locked tight from the other side. I slammed my shoulder against it again and again until pain shot through my arm. Damien’s voice came through the speakers on the wall. He sounded weak from blood loss but he kept talking to me. “Lila, hold on. We are coming for him.”I turned back to the screen. Damien sat against the wall now with someone pressing cloth to his shoulder. His face looked pale and full of guilt. “This is my fault,” he said quietly. “I should have seen it coming. I should have protected our son.”Tears burned in my eyes but I shook my head. “We are not to blame right now. Liam needs us. Both of us. We will get him back together.”Victoria walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. H