All Chapters of Billionaire's Prisoner: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Cynthia hadn't thought about her father in a long time.For years, she had deliberately pushed him into a corner of her mind where she didn't have to look. Whenever his name came up, it brought nothing but anger, disappointment, and a strange emptiness she couldn't explain.Now, after Damien's questions, she found herself thinking about him again.She tried to remember his face.She couldn't.That realization disturbed her more than she expected.She could remember pieces of her childhood. Her mother's voice. Her grandmother sitting beside her while helping with her homework. Leo as a little boy, always following her around the house. But when she tried to picture her father, there was almost nothing.Perhaps that was what happened when someone left your life so completely.Their memories slowly disappeared with them.Her parents had never been a happy couple. Cynthia remembered the constant arguments from her childhood. Raised voices. Doors closing. Her mother crying quietly when she

Cynthia couldn't stop thinking about her father. His name was Thomas Hart.For years, that name had meant almost nothing to her. He was simply the man who had left, the man her mother hated, the man who had never returned even when his daughter needed him.But after what her aunt had told her, Thomas no longer felt like a forgotten part of her childhood.There were questions now.Cynthia lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling while her phone rested beside her. After several minutes, she finally picked it up and opened G****e.She typed his name and stared at the results. There were several unrelated people with the same name, but nothing that seemed connected to her father. No photograph. No company profile. No news article that mentioned him.Cynthia sighed and dropped the phone onto the mattress.He had disappeared years ago. Why would the internet remember him?Then another thought came to her. Her grandmother's diary. She remembered seeing her father's number written inside it yea

Damien went to his therapist's appointment after a long time.The clinic was located in one of the most expensive buildings in the city, a place where privacy was treated almost as importantly as medicine. The waiting room was quiet and elegant, with expensive paintings on the walls, dark wooden furniture, and large windows overlooking the city.Damien sat in one of the leather chairs, his ankle resting over his knee as he stared at his phone.He hated coming here.Not because he didn't believe in therapy.He simply hated talking about himself.For years, he had convinced himself that he could handle everything on his own. His business, his enemies, his past, and the endless thoughts that kept him awake every night.But his body had eventually disagreed with him.His insomnia had started slowly.At first, he would sleep for three or four hours.Then two.Eventually, there were nights when he wouldn't sleep at all.He would spend hours sitting in his office, staring at the city through

“You’re beautiful,” Damien said, and Cynthia didn’t know how to react.She stared at him for a moment, wondering what she was supposed to say to something like that. Damien wasn't the kind of man who gave compliments. At least, she had never heard him say anything nice about her appearance before.“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” she finally said.Damien's eyebrow lifted.“Who said I was trying to make you feel better?”Cynthia looked at him suspiciously.“You were.”“Fine. Consider it a lie.”He said it with a small smile.Cynthia went silent.She didn't know whether to laugh or feel offended. Somehow, with Damien, she was never certain which response was appropriate.She turned her face away and stared at the ceiling.“You're impossible.”“I've been told that before.”She glanced at him.“Many times?”“Enough.”A small smile appeared on Cynthia's lips.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.The room was quiet except for the faint sound of rain against the windows. T

Cynthia spent the time happily with Leo.For the first few hours, she forgot about everything else.They went to a small local diner near the neighborhood and had a great meal together. Leo ordered more food than he could finish, and Cynthia kept teasing him about it.“You're going to regret eating all that,” she said.“No, I'm not.”“You said the same thing last time.”“And I was right.”“You couldn't even finish your dessert.”“That was because I was full.”Cynthia laughed.“You're impossible.”Leo grinned at her.It felt good.This was what she had wanted.A simple day with her brother.No enormous mansion.No strange rules.No contract.No wondering whether she was doing something wrong.Just the two of them sitting together, talking about ordinary things.After they finished eating, they went back home and watched a movie. Leo kept making comments about every scene, and Cynthia repeatedly told him to be quiet.“You're ruining the movie.”“You're the one who chose it.”“Because I t