All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Lost Family: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

We followed Liam’s quiet directions through twisting back roads until we reached an old factory hidden behind tall fences. The building looked empty from the outside but Victoria’s team found a secret entrance below ground. We moved down steep stairs into a world we never expected. Long hallways stretched out under the earth with doors on both sides. Soft lights glowed above each one.Damien stayed close to me even though his shoulder was wrapped in fresh bandages. His hand held mine tight as we walked. When we opened the first door my heart nearly stopped. Inside was a large room filled with beds and small tables. Children of all ages sat or lay there. Some looked up with wide scared eyes. Others stayed curled up like they had given up hope long ago.Dozens of them. Maybe more than fifty. Many came from rich and powerful families. We recognized a few faces from news stories about missing heirs. The mastermind had taken them over the years to control their parents. He used the childre

Morning light came slowly over the broken place where the building used to stand. Dust floated everywhere and stuck to my skin. The rescue teams had already been digging for hours. I sat right at the edge of all that mess with my arms wrapped around my knees. My clothes were torn and filthy but I didn’t care. Damien had been standing right there smiling at me and then the whole world blew apart.Workers moved carefully through the piles of stone and metal. They lifted the big pieces and called out whenever they found something. Bodies kept coming out on stretchers one after another. Some faces I knew from the night before. Some I didn’t. Every time they brought someone up my stomach twisted hard until I saw it wasn’t him. Then that twist just sank deeper.Victoria wouldn’t sit. She walked up and down the search line and moved smaller rocks with her own hands. People told her to rest but she shook her head and kept at it. Her face looked worn out but her eyes stayed sharp. She kept say

Damien’s POVI opened my eyes and nothing changed, my head ached with a deep pain that made every thought slow. I tried to move my arms but cold metal held them down, chains…thick ones around my wrists and ankles. The metal bit into my skin when I pulled. My body felt weak and sore all over. Every breath came with a small sharp hurt in my side.My mind reached for the last clear picture I had. Lila’s face, her hand stretching toward me through the dust and fire. The smile I gave her right before everything went blank. Then nothing, the explosion, the ground breaking, the heat. All of it was gone. I pushed hard against the empty space in my memory but nothing came back.Fear started crawling up from my stomach into my chest. Where was Lila right now? Where were Liam and Rose? Were they safe? Did they think I was gone? The questions turned over and over and made the ache in my head worse. I pulled on the chains again. The sound of metal against metal filled the quiet room, nothing gave.

The room stayed dark most of the time. They only turned on a weak light when they wanted me to see their faces. The masked woman came back often and other voices joined her. They never used my name. To them I was just the man who should not still be breathing. The chains stayed tight and the hard board under me never grew softer. My body ached but that was not the worst part.They started talking about Lila.At first it was short sentences dropped into the quiet. Lila never searched for you. The words landed and tried to dig in. I shook my head and said nothing. Then they came again later. They buried you. A funeral with no body. People cried and walked away. I closed my eyes and pictured her face the way it looked when she reached for me. That picture stayed clear.They kept going. She already moved on. New people around her. Soft laughs instead of tears. The children are calling someone else. Each sentence felt like cold water poured over the hope I held. I pulled against the metal

~ Damien’s POV ~ Time dragged on without any mark of day or night. My body grew thinner and the strength in my arms faded until even small movements left me tired. The food came less often and the water never felt like enough. Thoughts that once stayed clear started to blur at the edges. I spent long stretches staring at nothing while my mind wandered through memories that felt further away each time I reached for them.Doubt crept in slowly and quietly. The images they forced on me earlier kept floating back no matter how hard I tried to shut them out. Her face turned toward someone else. Her arms around a stranger. I tried to push those pictures away but they returned stronger each time I closed my eyes. Maybe she really did forget the life we shared. Maybe the days without me brought her a quieter kind of peace. Maybe the children laughed easier now that the danger had passed. Those ideas sat heavy in my chest and made the air harder to breathe. I whispered her name once or twice